Friday, June 13, 2008
Take a Breath
Sometimes love is as easy as life's breath.
~Sunlight waving in the fields.
Sometimes love grinds like a thirsty walk
~Wilting under a high, hazy sun.
A larger world is measured by hoof-falls.
Not much matters more than now.
(Picture: A courting carriage passing the back roads of Lancaster, Pennsylvania.)