Come Away
Come Away
to a lush green field
of waving grass and swallows dipping
or a spring-awakened orchard
apple blossoms a blanket on the ground
sit with me by a rushing stream
and speak of the deeper things
breathe the silence
share a glance in a sun-drenched glade
Come away
come away with me
Ann, Thank you. Stirred in me the question from Holy Week, "Will no one stay awake with me?"
Your pictures and words take me to a calm, alive place. Thank you. (Dale)