To See the Shining Here I see their shining auras wild In yellow fields where snow had been, New flower heads on tender stems, All moving in the sun and wind Just after rain from ground that seems Infertile on this rocky stretch, The rising belly of the West. Yet I have heard that from thin air The earth was formed and tilled at dawn, Its fields sown with what beauty is; The yield desired is not absent— Time and wind and heaving earth Can make deserted places bloom That we might see the shining here.
Brian Palmer is intrigued with and often writes about the vital and undeniable intersections of our physical, mental, and spiritual lives. His poetry has appeared in various journals including Expansive Poetry Online, Bristlecone, The Society of Classical Poets, and The Lyric.
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