by Leonard M Hawkes

In the gold light
Of sunset,
We gazed west
Across the great meadow
To the stillness
Of the snowcapped Sierras.

There were no names--
Only from's
And to's,
Youth and age--
Warm in the bosom
Of our Mother
The Earth.


Author's Note: For the friends at the hot spring

Posted on 10/20/2008
Copyright © 2023 Leonard M Hawkes

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/20/08 at 03:51 AM

I love pieces like this. The language and words are so quick, so simple, but never anything less than completely effective in painting the scene. Nicely done.

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