It grows on you the land

It grows on you

the land

that breaks and slopes

to reach the horizon

below the hills

the sky grows on you

in its many shades

of blue

as do the clouds

from white to grey

to darker hues.

    

How can I not love

How can I

not love this land

that opens so willingly

to the hills
and to the sky

They come back every winter

They come back
every Winter
so green and tense

after lying low
in the dark
recesses
of the earth

where their roots
stretch out

to grow

into sharp shoots
elsewhere
in late Autumn

El Rincon - 1° de junio de 2014.