Sabbath Vespers

Tomasz Klimczyk  saatchiart.com

Tomasz Klimczyk    saatchiart.com

Come
Let us walk
Up into the wood
Follow the little canyon
Up into its source A spring
Flows there out of rock
The water so cold
It will hurt
Teeth

There
Let us clear
A spot of bramble
To find a patch of grass
Soft as a blanket of moss
We will lie all afternoon
In spring sunshine
Til bells chime
Vespers

“Who makes a clearing makes a work of art” ~ Wendell Berry

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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6 Responses to Sabbath Vespers

  1. Morgan says:

    Sigh :) sounds delightful!

    Like

  2. deuxiemepeau says:

    Fabulous, lets all go. Really enchanting, I can hear the spring already

    Like

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