Christmas lights are a poor
trade for the wildfire clouds
at dawn, iridescent light draining
the midnight purple fringe
from the sky. Jangling bells no
match for the cool haunting
notes echoing from the hawk
gliding circles above the frozen
pond. Obligatory wishes of the
season from the dentist, glitter
on paper, only mock the words
between us that sparkle, still
hanging in the frozen air. Just to
ask, on this longest dark night,
can you return, warm against my
side? I am so tired, missing you.
…
Anna Blake at Infinity Farm
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This put a squeeze in the region of my chest that I try to keep empty on Monday mornings. It’s lovely Anna.
Thanks, Wendi. Is it a monday?
Thank you.
Thanks for reading, Deb.
Oh that is just lovely, Anna. Thank you. The last line, well, is simply heart opening.
More accurately, the last two lines.
Thank you, Sarah.
Lovely…hit home with me…
Best wishes to you, sorry, Tracy.
Oh Anna! So lovely! No words for it right now. Thank you!
Those are words enough, Barb. Thank you.
Ow. Thank you.
Maybe you feel the same sometimes… Thanks Heidi.
Beautiful. I can feel the heart ache.
Thank you, Celeste.
Perfect. Beautiful. Thank you.
Thanks, Sarah, for commenting.