Tuesday, December 8, 2015

....from the other side

the view vast
soft blue cold
with wildness upon my tongue
tangled contentment
soft blue contentment
this winter's afternoon
restless yearning
held in by the hands of time
hands of my own choosing ....
palliative amusements linger over licorice tea & marzipan tempests
sweeping winds carried on the backs of nuthatches
soft blue cold
wrapped wool knowing  
sing to me of water and dreams
sing to me of winter's bite
hold me in golden arms that smell crisp & ripe
sing to me of home
of ancient fields folded
soft blue cold
this view from the other side ....

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