truth in the tremble….

There’s been a cold wind blowing, a shivery ache that gnaws through some hope and teases  my heart why don’t you close up tight like a fist and numb that pain down. But I don’t want to miss even love wrapped in sorrow in this messy business of living and walk around like a woman…

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gifts from a gingko grove….

I’ve come to be surrounded by the gingkos, to let deep amber turning overtake me. I watch and wait with pen and camera, hushed by bountiful brilliance, these late bloomers gone so quickly green to golden, brushing  anxious tangles from my mind with cheery bristles, stirring hope for the late bloomers that I love, that I am. As…

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