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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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