kaibab:
I know lupine dancing grassland
the hope of beauty in night-hidden heart,
strength of waiting for the monsoon
in thunder bearing repetition;
and I crave the trust of kindred friend
embracing to the end the way of poetry,
like scribe brushed vibe of prairie window
opening now inside her whisper...
Night Hope:
I know silvered swaying mountains bend low to sing in vast valleys
below the realm of clouded sky; waiting, a mere nuisance we must bear
with grace, a mighty swell of rain descending slow.
Still, wild winds will blow their generous songs;
we listen with curious glance sweeping hues of prairie -
we know the next season will sting our hearts with chill,
but our friends remain, bearing their beautiful blankets
to ease the coming storms, to ever soothe our slumber with dreams.









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