Melody of the Stranger
Just this morning, maybe of all mornings with the sky full of spring rain and the fire warmly burning I turn to the edge of
March 25, 2018
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Just this morning, maybe of all mornings with the sky full of spring rain and the fire warmly burning I turn to the edge of
Wisdom beneath the earth born through the flowering tree in the soft color of life, bearing the burden of snow as it rises with spring’s
No telling what will appear when the wide arc of earth slowly turns to meet the sun. A muddy tangle of clawing vines, the sweeping
My eyes so full of plum trees and their pale pink beauty, the weight of gravity seems to fall away. Rooted to the ground old