Sunlight is tapestry
of finely woven gold silk
its tassels hanging down,
brushing the granite hills -
you can see each individual thread
thrust into the sodden earth.
The mother is kind to us
on those sun-drenched mornings;
the warmth covers us like a wooly blanket -
and we are content.
Copyright @2001 Toby Frantz
About The Author
TOBY
FRANTZ Toby is a student of Crescent High School in Joyce,
Washington.
