small songs I sing
to join
my voice to other voices
hidden in the grass

Monday, January 21, 2013

[I sleep . . .]

I sleep
with her cradled
in my arms
this dark animal
we call sorrow

Notes from the Gean 15,  Jan 2013

1 comment:

  1. Excellent, Jenny. We do need to hold sorrow in our arms from time to time.