Tuesday, November 7, 2017

Soul Food

the call of snow geese
from a clear blue sky
the hint of wood smoke
in the cold evening air

the crunch of snow
in the still winter woods
the hoot of an owl on
a crisp autumn night

the bugling of elk from
a high mountain ridge
the scent of a meadow
on a warm summer day

the roar of the sea
as the sun sets behind
the light of the moon
on a stark desert scene

how else to explain
my need for her realm
how else to describe
the food for my soul