in the sunsoaked front yard
at the farm
mother and baby son
young son and father knelt and
hugged gold-lit in the warm
tall grass, smiling all, chakras
open in greeting in joy purest
in the eyes of the infant greeting
his father after a month of travel
wrapped in the warmth of
birdsong cicada oratorio and
farm-rich growth
the moment stays
immutable
About riverwriter
Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else?
wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/
Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
