Beside the Gray Sea
The land is wet from last night’s rain, the long slow drink having eased the stress on trees and grass, for robins to unearth worms
July 25, 2021
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The land is wet from last night’s rain, the long slow drink having eased the stress on trees and grass, for robins to unearth worms
Words of morning come like light on the water while day awakens. No longer in shadow seeking and furtive, but open as the sky and
What riders from those darkened hills, what breaches known on once calm seas? We journey toward unseen precipice, entrained by soothing voices intent upon control.
for AnneMarie The past lies in shadow waiting for the lanterns of our yearning, the desire to remember who walked before in these footsteps. Of