The Limits of the Moment

The Limits of the Moment Now there are times and places all around From where we grow into these shapes that turn, Each blowing in the wind. Becoming leaves Discarded by the trees as winter falls. We only have what falls on down with us Reminding us of home and our belonging. And this isContinue reading “The Limits of the Moment”

The Golden Days Of Autumn

Our summer is waning now as the year grows older and what was once green is now fading. The autumn has its golds, reds, and oranges, giving it a sense of something still possible, even though the days themselves fade into grey. The night spreads, growing stronger, longer. Our mornings are lost in mists andContinue reading “The Golden Days Of Autumn”

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