Steven Federle

Green Hills

Green hills,
embroidered
mist, rich
rising ridge
fog filled
plunging fields
cattle,
black, weightless
rise poised
from bare bank
grazing
the grass of
heaven

Poem Submitted: Monday, January 31, 2011

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