In These Dark Hours
Gnarled bark and twisted branches tangle in the gray sky. I lose touch with the turning, the language of wind in the trees. When we
February 26, 2023
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Gnarled bark and twisted branches tangle in the gray sky. I lose touch with the turning, the language of wind in the trees. When we
This is my world, and yours, just as we created it, sentient and wild. Brambly thorns, shifting tides, hard-as-nails streets, beguiling lovers, all of it
Winter sun lights the valley. Along the coast a flood of rivers, swollen bays, log-choked coves, melting snow and full moon tides. At rest in
Hours before dawn hard rain soaks the streets, in the distance the outline of trees buffeted by winter winds. Though quiet in this room I