The clouds didn't dance Instead they came to a stop Released their burdens Even when still, there is breath A snowy iteration

The turning

We burn them in bundles laid out on red hot coals Unwanted papers Little twigs and big logs holding our hubris and self determined debris. The crackling fire transforms them Carrying them away as smoke until Only ashes remain. We gather these ashes Carry them to resting garden beds To feed tomorrows soil Where seeds... Continue Reading →

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