Friday, April 05, 2019

The Cherita, January 2019

Issue: "whisper me free"


snow-lit grove

with chickadees perched
on our palms

you kiss me
softly on my forehead
like a blessing


equinox

otters chirp
to each other in passing

even the smallest
moments of grace
sustain me


deserted beach

a tangled fort
of burnished driftwood

empty now,
except for shadows
and possibilities


I cast the runes

in search of something
indefinable

they tell me
I must learn to make
my own magic

A Cherita Lighthouse Award

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