Still raven on sage
black on green waiting for snow
alone, muscled, wings ready
Canyon wall at dusk
echoing in my belly
boulders holding sound
An early darkness
turns the house to memory
of people not there
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About Me
- Taoslerium Tremens
- Taos, New Mexico
- As the sun will eventually rise, so will the harvest come. Patience and tending will see to it. Water the shoots through your resistance and soon you will breathe again with the soil. Every day you are closer to what is already there.
1 comment:
i love this haiku, i love waking up this way.
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