Learning to love the lion of things…..

I will be grateful for the fires of winter burning into the deep,  hard,  steely cold, for the crackling sounds of earth giving up her strength until ashes and coal re-heated the heart and bones of me and my soul sings thanks over old,  dirty snow, over the slick of ice that skidded and slowed what wanted to go faster, wanted to outrun…

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Angels being busy….

Sleep went sliding through the cracks in my peace where it split like a ripe tomato roasting on the vine, so tired it hurts, the swelter in my heart hotter than the wilting summer heat as I reached an arm out floppy to tag heaven in for some new ways of seeing with cooler eyes, and to…

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