Thistle Down

By Ethel

Sun

Sun over the mountains,
Shining on the earth.
Sifting over the valley,
Showing signs of worth.

In warming up the ices,
That cling to hanging boughs.
And mixing up the temperatures,
That's coming to us now.

Cold and crisp...the meadow,
Its leafless stems are tense.
With frosty, frillies dangling,
And clinging to the fence.

With cattle huddling closer,
To feel that shafting ray.
And winter's cast is lifted,
So they can eat their hay.

Sun over the mountains,
Not twenty degrees below.
Give thy strength to warming,
And let thy powers grow.

E.P. 1908 - 1989

Kim, Joe and Jayne at Registry Rock, City of Rocks, ID, USA

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