Winter Hymn
Rains and settling dark softly soak the city. In the mountains forests rest white and undisturbed. Snow laden trees, streets washed clean, the timeless hymnal
February 25, 2018
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Rains and settling dark softly soak the city. In the mountains forests rest white and undisturbed. Snow laden trees, streets washed clean, the timeless hymnal
Smoke rises into clear skies, the morning cool and bright. Yesterday’s weight drops like a long heavy train uncoupled from the engine of desire. Thankful
Across the heaven a line of light opens the day, while another marks the night. Beneath the skies we sleep then wake, alive to the
Songs of going down will have to wait. The drawn curtain pulled back, a window looking out on an uncertain sea, waves steep and frightening.