Come Sit With Me Awhile
for tomorrow
I must tend
to hearth-fires for warmth,
the spinning loom for clothing,
and bread-flour for hunger —
awhile
amidst emerald moments
while lemon blossoms glow
from topaz to gold
and cloud-like egrets
hasten on their wings
to strings
of violin marsh-winds,
alight
upon the infinite green —
awhile
when time stands still,
seasons compress to moments
no matter the scorching heat,
no matter the numbing cold —
come sit with me awhile.
© D. G. Vachal 2023
*** photograph by Adriansart @ pixabay
lilies, sparrows and grass 
Yes!! Beautiful!
Thank you for reading my post and for your lovely comment!
You’re welcome!
Lovely poetry once more 💖
Thank you so much, your comment makes my heart so glad!
💖🙌🏼 wonderful
Thank you so much for reading my post, Susan!
Stillness speaks wonders …
So profoundly stated. Thank you so much for stopping by.