Valley of Echoes
24" x 18"
acrylic / canvas

The echoes of the sun sing
down the valley where the red flower bows.
In ancient tandem light and warmth
praise the onopened day.

. . . and touched without comment
the long suffering mountain wrinkles
his broad back
to catch the sound of morning's herald
and quietly rolls.

Echoes so silent the popping broom pods
seem recklessly loud beside
in their rush to spread life.

. . . and this rent in Earth's parchment
this healed wound of ages
languishes in the morning glow
like a conservatory cat.