Midnight Blue
Color is her gift to us, lifting from the dream-dark sleep of winter a bright orange promise. From ancient cities below the sea, to the
January 28, 2012
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Color is her gift to us, lifting from the dream-dark sleep of winter a bright orange promise. From ancient cities below the sea, to the
Sitting in the dark before first light I feel you in the air, the warmth of the fire. Extraordinary and simple in tea with leaves
Something luminous waxes within as I watch the moon rise full again upon the Earth, telling its old tale once more. The mysteries of gain
High in the gray sky tall firs sway in a wind not felt beside the pond, abandoned by geese and ducks even in this mild