Winter Rosary
The trees are closed, windows shuttered in rain soaked skin, roots lavished with winter’s water, their buds a rosary along each branch filled with darkness
December 27, 2015
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The trees are closed, windows shuttered in rain soaked skin, roots lavished with winter’s water, their buds a rosary along each branch filled with darkness
What passes for morning on the shortest day – dim light and dark skies, rain falling on the valley. Nothing for it but to rest
How can I sleep when the stars awake and wind roars off the sea, the valley filled with the sounds of fir trees quaking? Creeks
You seem so far away; when I call you my voice echoes in a cavern of stone, words thick, clogged with the refuse of belief.
Think about this day and the long view horizon to horizon as the full moon sets and Venus rises. Our outpost the blue planet with