Equinox Series Selection - sunrise
each autumn
this dead willow tree
sways with life,
pale limbs iridescent
with throngs of grackles
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Saturday, November 10, 2018
Friday, August 03, 2018
Folded Word, August 2018
the sunset
unravels its cloak
across sky . . .
I wait for deepest night
to drink my fill of stars
unravels its cloak
across sky . . .
I wait for deepest night
to drink my fill of stars
Thursday, June 28, 2018
Folded Word, June 2018
Solstice Series Selection
in the meadery,
this offering of wine
and honey . . .
all that remains after
angels receive their share
in the meadery,
this offering of wine
and honey . . .
all that remains after
angels receive their share
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