Seasons in Upper Turkeyfoot
Rural in Nature, Transcendental in Temperament
Wednesday, January 05, 2011
Young Moon When We See It
Young moon when we see it
Calls us back to the hill,
Honed edge of what we are
And hint of what we could be
Going down in glimmerdim.
We could have been great.
Frost glitters in starlight.
–as always, click to enlarge.
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