I will wait here in the fields
to see how well the rain
brings on the grass.
In the labor of the fields
longer than a man’s life
I am at home. Don’t come with me.
You stay home too.
I will be standing in the woods
where the old trees
move only with the wind
and then with gravity.
In the stillness of the trees
I am at home. Don’t come with me.
You stay home too.
As an old bloke raised on a farm I really love the waiting and watching and the rain and the grass and the old trees. Thank You for this one.
He’s a poet I often return to. Glad you like this.
I’ve not read Wendell Berry much. It seems I have missed some sweet words
He’s a wonderful poet. I am glad you appreciate his words.