Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Hoeing for the day...

A raked sky, fate's wind
in furrows bright, harvesting
the predestined light.

1 comment:

  1. The title says to me...hmm cultivating or weeding is taking place. The tines of the rake have smoothed out the clouds of doubt in the sky...and the wind brings what is predestined and what is unavoidable. The raker has worked hard in this day sorting out the weeds from the good growth. Now her wrinkled furrows are seeing the light, hope, a promise...and she sets determined to hoe for another day.