The river sled through the valley, ripe

as the heavy weeds and sprouting flowers

spread across the bank, flooded in the softest mud.

 

Last year at this time, I stood here

fondly dipping each toe through the grazing waters.

 

Now, I fasten my bust against the spirited wind.

I could smell her, quite alive in the slouching

press of lilies.  I turned, trimmed my way deep

             into the valley, blooming in whites.

Donny Barilla, born in Dallas, Texas, weaves around common themes, such as: mythology, nature, human intimacy, and theology. Writing on a daily basis, he engages in the beautiful landscapes that surround him in his home of Pennsylvania. He is currently working on his next book, and has published in numerous journals and magazines.

 

 

 

 

BY RIVER, BY MEADOW

Donny Barilla

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Poetry

February 2018

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