Oregon Rain
Last night it rained, Oregon rain, so hard the chimney sang and this morning more rain, more dark, Oregon dark. There is a cave in
Last night it rained, Oregon rain, so hard the chimney sang and this morning more rain, more dark, Oregon dark. There is a cave in
An invisible weight falls like snow, thickening on hearts frozen where their better selves lay slain. Strength once rested in a straw-filled manger, needing no
Snow covers the mountains with ice down to the valley floor. Rivers run fast but the banks are frozen, icicles hang from the broken trees.
Memories of the animals fade with the addiction to more. The season asks for repentance but the hymns of division and adulation of things defeat