Spirit Talons
Cold comes the morning with light rain and gentle breeze. Strong winds have laid down but will rise again, the ocean stirred by the growing
January 31, 2021
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Cold comes the morning with light rain and gentle breeze. Strong winds have laid down but will rise again, the ocean stirred by the growing
Smoke rises from a chimney into the cold December sky. Desire, too, lifts above the earth like a towering evergreen, but the land calls from
The need to fight, to oppose, is older than red rock hills rising from the desert landscape. Springs of violence swell from a righteous vein
Hidden now the green life and pulsing energy. Gone to root the life of trees, as bears sleep in burrowed caves. Single bird song breaks
A flight of crows silhouette the morning. Red skies to the east speak of coming rain though the air above is clear and blue as
The comfort of peace salves the weary heart, restores the soul long absent from the green earth. Quietly we rise to the morning ever new,