Through the Dark Night
The valley lies in darkness, the earth pulsing with great mystery. Trees vibrate in this pulse as do the widespread seas. Deserts shift in waves,
The valley lies in darkness, the earth pulsing with great mystery. Trees vibrate in this pulse as do the widespread seas. Deserts shift in waves,
Out of the unseen headlights crawl, carving darkness into makeshift pieces above the breathing earth. The bare branched trees drink from forgiveness in the wet
Sun breaks far to the south barely surfacing on the horizon, the earth starved for light as solstice approaches. Forlorn as a whining motor the
Rain clouds sift across the valley in the late days of autumn. Stripped bare like the plum tree I lean into the weather, welcoming the