Tendril of Desire
One day past solstice with enough sun to spark the hardened seeds of faith buried in winter against cold and loss, porous only to light’s
December 27, 2012
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One day past solstice with enough sun to spark the hardened seeds of faith buried in winter against cold and loss, porous only to light’s
On mornings years ago I’d walk dew soaked grass looking to the winter stars, feeling in the vast dark and cold wet ground a rooted
From here the pathway opens, forest thinning into meadow pond, gnarled pines sweetening the air; stillness steeping from the bedrock, weight carried from the trailhead
Thankfulness like falling snow covers and quiets the furrowed fields and wintergreen moss. Ridges of desire wrapped within a silent cloak, grateful for breath and