The Love of God


Colleen Briggs Art & Writing

2013 (c) Colleen Briggs 2013 (c) Colleen Briggs

There is

a narrow deserted road,
path for wild winds
carrying traces of damp green
growing things,
tumbling around and through

tossing branches
flow from purple moonlit skies
into a quiet rumble in the earth below your feet.
It swells insistently by the moment.

Air pounds with intensity,
a growing living entity,
until at last across the fields you see –
silhouettes surging
at the crest of a midnight hill,
black horses…

until you are certain
you shall be softly       sweetly        trampled

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