An Enchanted Clearing High in the Cascades, which is currently not accessible because of the weather
Sunday, December 31, 2017
Composed in Silences
Eloquent as the thrush's song,
regarding the subject of day,
adorning time Extant to sing,
to Sing, wordless, the world.
Unspoken like the roar of
tide rushing to overtake,
effortless-drowning contrivances
against sea's incursions.
Emphatic as life itself. Love.
A marvel unobtainable, strangely,
Unavoidable, oddly inescapable,
Threads gilt in stark contrast.
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