rain baptizes
the yard, field, streets, river
from winter’s hold
opening the frightened ground
flowing through it and forward
Day 21
21 Tuesday Apr 2015
21 Tuesday Apr 2015
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Thank you so much! I certainly will visit your site. Thanks for connecting.
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I love this line, “opening the frightened ground.” Such a startling image, and in conjunction with “baptizes,” really gets me thinking…
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Thanks much. Getting to the bottom of the barrel …
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No barrels, just unfailing wells… 🙂
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I wish!!
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