Pull up a chair and relax. This is where I write, with my eyes. Stay as long as you like. You'll find me, where the wild roses grow ♥
the earth says
give me to the sky
as winter reaches
toward me with snow
where its fingers
have found my
silence gathers in arms
legs and roots
a slow mud of wombs
Thank you Edward, for always seeing more than my own eyes do ♥
Fountain of life/ the tree/ in all seasons/ adorn the sky/ the earth/ and my presence/ ever.
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