roslyn ross - small stones and other poems
Friday, June 28, 2013
Oil on Canvas, Roslyn Ross, 2012, Highlands.
The land in rolling purples,
is crimped and sprinkled forth,
as brown and pinks are tumbled,
on earth's full ancient face.
From high to low and back again,
the soil in shuddered joy,
gives birth to endless destiny,
of Scotland's floral grace.
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J Cosmo Newbery
June 29, 2013 at 5:15 PM
Lovely image, proud words.
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