Form a Bridge
Along the border of night and day old ghosts walk the valley among the shades of beaver, fox, raven and wolf, their wisdom a voice
February 26, 2017
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Along the border of night and day old ghosts walk the valley among the shades of beaver, fox, raven and wolf, their wisdom a voice
Sheets of rain then open sky, rivers run, spilling their wealth, ironwood trees bulging with desire, spring drawn from the earth well. I am slow
Thick moss covering the wet ground easily lifted beneath his hands, an opening for the burial. He had come to this space beside the cold
Long waves of blue-grey clouds connect the valley to the sea. Across the coast range falling rain as branch and creeks begin to fill and