2016Bluestone

The Hollow Stephen Godfrey

The gray skyline pinches the mountaintop. The wind blows lullaby sounds From the end of the hollow to my house.

Leaves scurry without a destination To a resting place near me, To take up residence on my lawn.

The trees sway in the cold gusting March breeze With a Hawk floating on wings Strong as steel, but yet, soft as a fur coat. Rays of light pierce through clouds laden with rain; Hoping to dispel it soon, But the earth does need to be replenished, So the flowers can jut through the hard-ground To be a new creation! To be a joy for God’s creatures on earth.

Stephen resides in South Georgia with his lovely wife Beth.

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