Sunday, May 3, 2015

The Forsaken Shepherdess

I love sitting beside the stream
that runs easy and cool,
setting the woods in mood,
with joyful scream.
Fish swim in water,
Trout blinded, carp blazing,
and frogs leaping,
The soundness of nature is amazing.
I pipe my tune of discovery,
a simple shepherdess alone,
while flocking crimson, glittering stars,
and lowlands turn to stone.