Earth Says

December 11, 2016

From foothills,

Earth spreads bare toes
into desert valley sand,
smooths red-gold skirt over mountain lap,
twists ribbons of morning mist and frost
across yellow field grass.
Come sit, Earth says.So I stop:
Wood smoke on the wind threads
through damp, decaying garden.
Sluggish crickets creak a song
for brittle, brown zinnia bones’
rattle-crack dance.
Come sit, Earth says. Rest.

But I resist — to the north,
geese honk muted calls
to gather for lift off.
They rise in rolling v’s
from pond to cloud-rippled blue.
Come fly, Sky says.
And I go.

December 11, 2016

Merrijane Rice

Merrijane Rice received a BA in English from Brigham Young University, and then served in the Washington D.C. North Mission. After returning, she married Jason Rice and together they are raising a family of four boys in Kaysville, Utah. She currently works for Deseret Mutual Benefit Administrators as a technical writer and editor. In her spare time, she likes to write, sing, arrange music, cook, read, and occasionally sew.

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