Under Heaven’s Blue Veil Poem by Marck Riggins

Through the canyon, breezes sway
Tall oak trees of shaded sun
Butterflies flit and play
Creek gurgles harmonic drone

Short before the birth of Spring
Not far from view a Robin sings
Trees waving limbs, bid sunshine stay
Peaceful drowsy, late winter day

Sanctuary in mounts green brush
Meadows whisper tranquil hush
Up from the valley wind does rush
My soul refreshed by creation

Rare beauty before my eyes, behold
Beyond a maiden fair, ten-fold
God favors His wondrous art
Thus glides my being: soaring heart

Atop the mountain plush hills wisped
Strong air wall, clean and crisp
Voyaging eagles circle and dive
Perfection in flight, these masters thrive

As gusts strike sage, bend grass on hillside
Ushered clouds move in like high tide
Heavens opaque, braids white to blue
Bristled limbs grasp at wind

The eagles range through canyon pass
Jasmine breeze o’er rills caress
Reflect back sky as liquid glass
Beyond earth’s green dimpled hills

Merging luminous clouds from the sea
Their specters vast in canyons fill
Bright clouds overhead, daylight has fled
Upon the vista their shadows decree

No promise of rain, sun will refrain
Seeds break soil in droplets of dew
So waves the grain in wind from the plain
Timeless land under heaven’s blue veil