1/6/22
In those last moments
winter sunset pours golden,
spill of memory.
1/6/22
In those last moments
winter sunset pours golden,
spill of memory.
1/4/23
these still dark mornings
spiteful rain a gloss on ice
then thrum of bloom bright
Morning, 6:25am, 8 degrees, solstice in two days.
To Know the Dark
To go in the dark with a light is to know the light.
To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight,
and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings,
and is traveled by dark feet and dark wings.
~ Wendell Berry