Day 23
I wonder if the beams from streetlights singe your fine needles, exhaust you, if only true dark can heal you
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Day 22
rushing her work, damp snow plunges through night air, knowing full well her fate is to dissolve and river-away come …
Day 21
when you tell of youth, and risk, and being bold, you do not reveal the cloister in your heart — …
Day 20
is it a god or a black cat that crosses my path in these woods? am I cursed, sainted, lost, …
Day 19
that dark corner may recall years past as it sighs – drowsy, in a haze – that I was here …
Day 18
gray tree branches hover over dried-damp grass – last year’s growth – chimes ting on the steady breeze remind us …
Day 17
I specialize in making other people’s dreams come true because tending to my own stings, asks too much of heaven
Day 16
how many times have I walked through a drizzle- dreary day like this — ice floes across pavement slip me …
Day 15: A new war begins
Wouldn’t daffodils stay wrapped in their green shells, hands hiding their eyes, and inhale back into earth if it were …
Day 14
I thought I had ripped that vine down dead, but it grows on, out of reach, even in winter, mocking …
