Under a Minnesota sky I breathe the air tonight.
Under a Minnesota sky I greet the oak grove that remains.
Under a Minneaota sky the invasive vines stake their claim and the forest yerns for its domain.
Under a Minnesota sky I smell the smoke of a deciduous fire.
The red fox and racoon watch from the bush, and we wonder if I belong under their Minnesota sky.
Under a Minnestoa sky I grasp the collison of the forest and the fire of the world.
My daughter breaks the silence...under a Minnesota sky; I wash her beautiful hair.
Under the Minnesota sky I love, I live, I am.
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2 comments:
That was beautiful.
Thanks!
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