The hills of Tennessee slide into view by never springing up unless one's eastern shadow is looking,
but even before mention the shadows roll forth on spinal tongues, out from the edges of evergreens.
The hillside is a shadow cast in poetic asymmetry, sloping till the ends of the earth while each rounded peak attempts to find God's slow written cursive.
Frozen in strength, moving in beauty, the sun reciprocates the gesture by leading a low lit promenade of redemption's search for sorrow.
Miles of blanket,chewed and heavy from keeping the earth wet and warm curtseys excuse for dreamers to venture from covers.
but even before mention the shadows roll forth on spinal tongues, out from the edges of evergreens.
The hillside is a shadow cast in poetic asymmetry, sloping till the ends of the earth while each rounded peak attempts to find God's slow written cursive.
Frozen in strength, moving in beauty, the sun reciprocates the gesture by leading a low lit promenade of redemption's search for sorrow.
Miles of blanket,chewed and heavy from keeping the earth wet and warm curtseys excuse for dreamers to venture from covers.
