The bare trees and gypsy fog are in love,
our dark valley full of their entwining.
No moon, only streetlights
and winter silence
holding their embrace,
belonging to the night
and movement of the stars.

 

 

8 Responses

  1. Beautiful, Don — thank you. Love the tension and eros between the transient gypsy fog and the sessile trees. A gypsy lover is never forever…

  2. After reading your words I am imagining CHAOS in a quiet space before the next beginning. The new little 2014 baby will need quite a bit of help from us this year, but I look forward to the lifting of the fog.

  3. ah yes, winter silence…yet, I hear Her singing…Earth Mother entwining with Father Sky.

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