Sunday, July 8, 2012
Chilmark Hay/ 1951/ Thomas Hart Benton
THANK YOU, Tess, for Magpie Tales....
Hay thrown to the wind,
gold spun into daylight.
The grateful heart gleams within,
glorious ray of paradise,
ever a better morning than this?
All movement in the hillock stops.
The eyes of a rodent
lock in catatonic dread.
See me, fasten on me,
sip a last breath.
Will his darting
be swifter than my whack?
Placing the act in beauty
helps me forget.
Pull back, pull back,
you will see
the birds-eye view of splendor.
Copyright/all rights reserved/ 2012