Saturday, May 7, 2011

Blue-fingered sky

Blue-fingered sky,
you pluck apart
the leaves that shade my path;
peek through
at all that lies beneath my feet --
pine cones and needles,
rocks and roots --
all softening
under your steady gaze,
fading with light and rain
into a gentle cushion
for life and feet to come.

1 comment:

C. Robin Janning said...

Oh, I love this Diane.