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Cracked earth seeds rain down falling into fissures planted by the wind healing begins.
Originally posted on The ancient eavesdropper:
Poets are deep, bottomless wellsprings of emotion, trapping darkness in ink to free lightness of being.
The burning stare of a distant eye — branding its golden gaze on mountains & trees.
An old oak composes itself with a rustle of leaves. The distaste of age salt sprinkled in my pepper beard. In the tall grass camas blooms transcendent violet-blue. The gentle cadence of leaves walking on sunshine. The battered tree with … Continue reading
Spires of trees stab the evening sky — blue bleeds red at sunset.
Mountains of warm laundry piled on the bed — our two cats nestled on top — asleep & content. Dark clouds follow the crow feathers rain down. Driving home crossing under the flyway geese honk & fertilize my windshield. … Continue reading