Friday, December 20, 2013

a piece of sky

Oh December's bite & sting
landing upon skin diamond-white from autumn's clouds
scarlet-berry-blush flaring to the snap & blast of crystals falling
it is cold
wind strips the corners of tethered ponies & possibility
linen becomes the sky becomes surfaces left exposed to elements harsh & unforgiving
fold inside & fold & fold & fold again to discover . . .
capable wholeness / fragility tendered to the ice
peace on earth
bliss to beasts
warmth of heart
to all ...  

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