the soft tongues
of the end-of-this-day's sunlight
gently
brush their tangerine paint against
the river's steel-blue mouth
Friday, December 16, 2011
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- and i knew
- stone eye
- winter sea
- its terrible beauty
- breathe
- alleyways
- christmas day 2011
- i know this long open place
- all we want
- variations
- this unfurling
- enough of words, come to me without a sound
- we see the leaves beneath the ice
- come and go
- soft heated sky
- this day ends gently
- deep autumn
- the old coat
- out and across
- the small voice
- falling behind the horizon
- i watched the stars
- tightly
- there are small lines
- looking back, i saw my path
- three years
- unravelled
- the golden fire
- so like silence
- so like so many little wings, so like clouds
- in place
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7 comments:
A face I look into with you, Steven. Thank you for the portrait, and the complementary colors, their wholeness.
ruth - this is a place i visit when my interior life is in need of reminders!!!! steven
I nice deep breath came to me, reading this. Thank you.
love the new header! and this post.
So pretty!
Beautiful coloured imagery here Steven - love the new header too.
Wow...what a breathtaking header! Nice.
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