This morning I looked up at those hills--
expectantly--
and felt your words.
There they were
coming to me over hill and holler.
Brilliant words,
bright as sunshine,
they seemed pleased with the prospect
that they might just Be--
without pretense.
I gathered up the words
and carried them home
and thought I heard a sigh.
shhhh
They're sitting in the front porch swing now--
resting--
I have a blackberry cake in the oven.
We'll slice it later
and sip some coffee
enjoying silver silence.
Don't expect your words to be home
anytime soon--
I'm hoping they?ll stay awhile.
Your words are always good company.