Intimacy, the Beginning

Walk with me

across  fields

where corn has been

brown stalks remain

and yellow grass

welcomes rain.

See with me

rolling sky

about to weep

pour her soul

out on the plain.

Know with me

this relationship


between spirit and bone

word and thing.

Come with me

to Sanctuary

of Ourselves







Author: Darlene Franklin-Campbell

I am a poet, novelist and artist living in the Appalachian Foothills. I believe we are great spiritual beings on a journey through this physical realm. We are timeless entities stepped into time.

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