Sunday, April 01, 2018

The Cherita: Your Storybook Journal, Volume 1, Number 8, January 2018

Issue: "Winter, no fixed abode"


even when

words might seem
d i s c o n n e c t e d

you will find
a pattern to the way
of everything


beside a rubbing tree

where bears
leave their scent

I plant my feet
firmly in their prints,
and walk into the wild


moondiving

galaxies drip
from your sleek pelt

I have always known
that you were made
of light


I talk to trees

this language
is not new to me

in every turning season,
another adjective
for love

A Cherita Lighthouse Award


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