Saturday, August 13, 2016

"Almanac" by Lois Parker Edstrom



My grandparents owned the land,
worked the land, bound 
to the earth by seasons of planting 
and harvest. 

They watched the sky, the habits
of birds, hues of sunset, 
the moods of moon and clouds, 
the disposition of air. 
They inhaled the coming season, 
let it brighten their blood 
for the work ahead. 

Soil sifted through their fingers
imbedded beneath their nails 
and this is what they knew; 
this rhythm circling the years. 
They never left their land; 
each in their own time 
settled deeper. 


"Almanac" by Lois Parker Edstrom from Night Beyond Black. © MoonPath Press, 2016.

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