Tag: Nature
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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 really time for war? But, alas, they have no say, no predictive powers — they sway with the winds, bloom out of control — they only have power to ask us why? where? It is…
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Day 13
a word for soft green with deep crevices fluttering in dark, yellow-gold sunlight, unburdened by wet snow
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Day 10
love is the blue of the sky behind clouds, beneath the earth, up to the moon, wrapping round all, of air, hidden and ever
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Day 6
Here we are again — you settled under light me lost in deep dark. I find your eyes cast down, having rested all season.
Poems from in between 