Headlights
Along the dark wet avenue, you ply your way with other pilgrims, radio on morning news. I reach out from this window, the small rectangle
December 31, 2017
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Along the dark wet avenue, you ply your way with other pilgrims, radio on morning news. I reach out from this window, the small rectangle
On the longest night of the year I’m out of step like bear, devoted to dark and the quiet of snow. Iris and daffodil would
Maybe its the way the cards are dealt – some take the high road, others down into the fray, yet no matter how improved or
There’s another message the earth holds for you when you’re ready to unwrap it. It tells you of a kit fox, an old stag elk,
Maybe this morning as darkness thins with light slowly approaching, words will fall like rain to feed the roots of trees. The trees will forgive