Now to walk back to the redwoods where I last saw the sea wild
I'll toss it with a might to just the right current and stay
high on the outcrop watching it glint away
Old woman, return now down the well-worn path
Cozy-up in a cabin built by love and wonder till you're frail
what might come of your heart's desire
The wind is mixing with birch smoke
It's sweetness is fluttering across the face of the moon
I can hear the tide low against the shore
Light, careful, foot steps, swishing in the beach grass
My heart jumps and eyes tingle
Imagine
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| From Alaskan In The Hinterlands |
I love your words Ade. I'm going to put these over on blog to share you with my friends!
ReplyDeleteLove you sis.
I too love your words Ade. They are so authentic and they are so very much alive. I feel a Raven will mingle with the sweetness of the birch smoke and fly across the moon too.
ReplyDeleteI am glad that you are here. Here upon earth. It makes it a better place. You bring goodness to the earth.
Oh dear ... hm, I just left you a comment. Ugh where did it go.
ReplyDeleteI love this. It seems to be you. The essence of you. I feel as though a Raven will mingle with the sweet smoke of the birch as it flies across the moon and hails you.
Wonderful writing. I came here from your sister's blog.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, emotional, evocative piece.
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