True Solace
Blanketed with smoke and now fog, visibility near zero, nights are winter-like in darkness, day to an arm’s reach of vision. Tiny sparrows flit about
September 27, 2020
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Blanketed with smoke and now fog, visibility near zero, nights are winter-like in darkness, day to an arm’s reach of vision. Tiny sparrows flit about
Stirred awake at dawn smoke blanketed the island, the forests of the Clackamas, Santiam and McKenzie lifted into white clouds, passing on their trail to
With open heart morning floods in, smoke filled, alive with birds. Some ragged memory with a broken muffler pulls to the curb but I wave
When your cup is full with what need not be empty yourself to the morning, untangle the knots, untie the line and free the boat