Married to the Land

No other place I know speaks simultaneously of meadows and desert

Photo: © David Whyte

Married to the Land

It’s as if the solid green
of the valley
were an island
held and bound
by the river flow
of stone
and when
in summer rain
white limestone
turns black
and the central green
is light-wracked
round the edges,
that dark
reflective gleam
of rock
becomes
an edging brilliance
that centers
each field
to deep emerald.

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