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
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
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