Monthly Archives: December 2017

Listening to darkness,

I hear morning light.

Light that comes,

without its warmth.

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Bare brown tree,

branches bent by snow.

Low down clouds,

above a moon.


Winter is here,

Spring to come.

Yielded heart waits.


Night has not

been lost;

You forgot

to close

your eyes,

I waited

for day

to begin

again.