To Join the Living
Spring is rising as mountain snows melt, seeking out what lingers of melancholia and fear stored in winter dark. We launch into the river, skirting
April 29, 2018
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Spring is rising as mountain snows melt, seeking out what lingers of melancholia and fear stored in winter dark. We launch into the river, skirting
Cleansed of stress and ill feeling, root fed and purged, I relish the inner space, the sympathy with what rises. Deep green has touched the
The winds are up from the south pushing white caps over gray water, a Pacific storm reaching over the Olympics and Vancouver Island to the
Before the altar of morning, with the rise of spring in grey cloud rain, the soul rests in silence, steady and full as the sea.
The songs I sing to keen budding branches filled with winter and darkness of root, I silently sing them, the trees only hear me as