Thursday, December 21, 2017

solstice fires

solstice fires
burn the old year’s dross
to ash . . .
the raven’s cry
like smoke on the wind


~red lights 13:2, June 2107
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1 comment:

  1. janetldDecember 23, 2017 at 1:12 AM

    A captivating poem - and how fitting right now. Yes, let's burn the old dross!

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