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Tag Archives: sun
haiku 13.41
O Lord give me strength to resist your blinding light that shines through eyelids
winter
the sun cuts a low arc through the pines even my lonely heart burns dimmer and casts a longer shadow across the frozen earth
No Fault
It was never a question of fault. Would you blame the Earth or the moon for this dark and dreary season? The wingbeats of a butterfly in China for a hurricane that sank Manhattan? My uncle stayed in his house … Continue reading
To See Us Through
A cold wind shakes the leaf- fringed mountain ash beyond the garden bed where five hens scratch and peck newly bare soil stripped of plants after the first hard frost. Clouds flash over- head, linty scatterings, ghosts in haste in … Continue reading
west
new moon child two nights old basking crab shell orange drawn earthward to flame in moth wing dreams feathery though scuttling beneath and beyond the tide line where night washes over the embers of the day