Night hides in
its own shadows
as
birds,
shouting above
gales
and howling trees
voice welcome
to the morn
Night hides in
its own shadows
as
birds,
shouting above
gales
and howling trees
voice welcome
to the morn
We walked, yesterday, in the forest. Collected pine cones, and embraced nature until it scratched our faces with needles. The Christmas decorations will again be green and red.
I’d like to assure you
my faithful public, that
I AM NOT DEAD
but
its hard to be certain
and anyway
only God
and doctors
can see inside