as the sun goes down,
ghosts gather
Ghosts
Tag Archives: trees
Spin
i watch the sun go down–
my breath hot on the wind
i watch the hawk ride the currents
and feel the earth slightly spin
Branches: 3 and 4 of 4
carrying the rain, between the fog
Branches: 2 of 4
against a winter sky
Branches: 1 of 4
hiding in the snow
Excerpt: 1
“I awoke and it was still dark. I lay there for a time reliving the dream, feeling other dreams stacked behind it.”
Excerpt from M Train by Patti Smith, 2015
Winter Things
the sound of crunching with every step
thinly woven snow blankets on all the trees
deep breaths in the bitter cold
warm grits with maple syrup
coffee with friends on a sunday morning
hot honey vanilla tea and books
