One place understood helps us understand all places better.

Eudora Welty

Mountain Vines

They grow
the mountain vines
That cover
the hillsides
in spilling
twined leaf.

And in
the season
when blackberries
fatten

The sun rises high
the breeze
brings pungent

Hints of thick
compost and
late day rains.

I hope
to bring
passage enough

To be
at home
in the loam
of such earth

And in
such close,
careful creation
to finally
rest.

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