Day 23
I wonder if the beams from streetlights singe your fine needles, exhaust you, if only true dark can heal you
Tag Archives: Nature
Day 22
rushing her work, damp snow plunges through night air, knowing full well her fate is to dissolve and river-away come …
Day 20
is it a god or a black cat that crosses my path in these woods? am I cursed, sainted, lost, …
Day 18
gray tree branches hover over dried-damp grass – last year’s growth – chimes ting on the steady breeze remind us …
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 13
a word for soft green with deep crevices fluttering in dark, yellow-gold sunlight, unburdened by wet snow
Day 10
love is the blue of the sky behind clouds, beneath the earth, up to the moon, wrapping round all, of …
Day 6
Here we are again — you settled under light me lost in deep dark. I find your eyes cast down, …
