Granite Hearts and Home

[ilpoe]

The sun coming forward to saddle
the hillside with warmth the aura of a hearth
amounting to a doozy of diamond dew droplets
industrial rusted rockets revving between
pockets of farmland fermenting green
technologies

and oh those blessed mountains

gravely unwise
the dictator of random showers,
the surrounding land and the
awaking barracks
the parents of unruly
children rulling children

the tepid temp of judas iscariot
moments before he betrayed the world.