Looking back…
. . . . .
. . . . .
The farmer's painted 'gruene Rundballenpresse' boldly crosses my path
at its own pace, shifting its unwieldy weight beneath a gracious sun.
Years later perhaps, I'll discover what it is for now I cannot yet know –
the sophisticated poetry yet to be found in this landscape's iridescence.
. . . . .
...poetry is paying attention to life when all the world
seems asleep to its beauties and truths...
– John Geddes
Years later perhaps, I'll discover what it is for now I cannot yet know –
the sophisticated poetry yet to be found in this landscape's iridescence.
. . . . .
...poetry is paying attention to life when all the world
seems asleep to its beauties and truths...
– John Geddes
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