Thawing the Hardness
Ice forms at night, and the old fear rises, memory of dark and bitter cold, feeling not death but survival, and all we did to
January 28, 2011
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Ice forms at night, and the old fear rises, memory of dark and bitter cold, feeling not death but survival, and all we did to
To learn, the earth takes a slow, steady ponder, listening to the sounds and silences, especially the silences, paying homage with attention until something dark
With sky clear and cold the park populates again – lovers side by side, infants in their strollers, the face of an elderly man alight
This day of January sun, light, cloud and wind tugging at the last oak leaves, stubborn like my soul with gathered treasure. Afraid to let