Log Cabin Chronicles

3 Poems

DOUG TANOURY

BENEDICTUS

This morning the lake is calm
Its surface the color of cut
And polished jade

And I note the sunrise that
Shines opalescence on still
Sleeping waters

In a moment so quiet that
If God stirred you would
See His movements

And if he spoke His voice
Would be ripples across
The stillness


GRASS

I watch the tall grass
Move in the wind
Along the road today

I noticed each blade
Is one quick stroke
Of a palette knife

That creates a blend of
Yellow and green that
Rises up a hill to sky


HER LAUGHTER

Her Laughter
A bird hidden deep in the
Green draperies of an elm
Singing from high branches
Soothing sweet


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