There is smoke on the air
From a distant fire
Burning in the hearts
Of the people down the hill
And though their night is bright
Mine is full of ashes
And though their smiles are wide
I cough and spit
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12/20/2023 – all achieved in light
Many of us living in the earth’s northern reaches struggle at this time of year, myself included. Here’s hoping you all are well. Remember: after tomorrow, the days will grow longer again.
I walk beneath the shadowed winter sky
In search of something lost, gone with the sun
Yet naught alive or vibrant meets my eye
And all achieved in light is now undone
11/11/2023 – pure and true
As the winter wind blows and I walk in its breath
And my fingers and toes lose the warmth of my blood
Oft I suddenly feel that the world is in line
That the things I am seeing are beauty, of form pure and true
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