A green breeze
against a still grey sky
presides
over horsy barns
and white washed fences
where wings of color a'flutter
dart this way and that way
all knowing of purpose
and plan
Sorghum sways algorithmic
under a fading sun
as drops fall clear and purposed
on the thirsty ground
and quiet mercy reminds
her children
of their fate
of their hope
of their dawn
Behold,
all things are
becoming new
against a still grey sky
presides
over horsy barns
and white washed fences
where wings of color a'flutter
dart this way and that way
all knowing of purpose
and plan
Sorghum sways algorithmic
under a fading sun
as drops fall clear and purposed
on the thirsty ground
and quiet mercy reminds
her children
of their fate
of their hope
of their dawn
Behold,
all things are
becoming new
Sent from my iPhone
August 2,2016
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