Thanks,
Brenda, for the Wordle Prompt!
once upon a rugged
morning
out of a remote meadow
where splendor shook
its grace
and thunder rolled a
blessing
a deep shadow with an
attitude
rolled down the ridge
across the marble
markers
across the backs of
silent cows
across the fierce
warriors
suffering took a second
seat
to that shadow with
an attitude
♥ ♥ ♥