Rage, storm: rescue me from bland and careful living. Teach me your wild ways. ____________________
Month: Jan 2015
Walk you to work
Walk you to work through deep snow. Homeward, I trace our boot prints, side by side. ____________________
Head-on they come
Head-on they come, four mares galloping. Hooves beat down, fresh snow feathers up. ____________________
Geese will arrive
The air bites, sharp as Winter's kiss. But wait: Geese will arrive, necks stretched, wings spread, pulling a softer wind to wrap our fresh-bared skin. ____________________
Stars fall
Stars fall Frost shines - The back deck at dawn ____________________
like a prayer
Make it like a prayer that first step onto fresh snow. In this small, quiet moment you have not yet invented yourself. ~~~
