All of these words reveal what is wordless.
On this Winter Solstice Eve, Which me should I go dark to see? My past me’s pain and hopes and dreams? Tomorrow’s me who’s light yet beams? Warmed by my cedar smudge stick’s blaze I’ll set my sights on me and gaze. Past me now thank those chapters dark For growth through sorrow, truths cold… Continue reading Winter Solstice
The Sun kept finding me Even though I kept moving away from her. So I stopped and fell back To give my skin extra time in Darkness. And Darkness was happy to oblige. She slowly extended her long, soft arms toward me. In her hands was a blanket made of winter wool. Scratchy and warm.… Continue reading Falling Back
Autumn came to visit as she does this day each year. Peddling her Equinox, breath thick with pumpkin beer. “My dear! So nice to see you.” Voice raspy from leaf smoke. “I’ve got new merch for you this year,” and opened her blood-orange cloak. “First up, the same old candy corn. Smells better than it… Continue reading Autumn Calling
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