uttering wind; a place where a dream has led through sunlight or
the denseness of trees and arrived at evensong or an edge of mist
where light and moisture nudge in a gesture like hands mimicking birds
swooping between the mutterings heard in the stillness of flowers
alighting for a moment in a mantra of spoken names, of faith
of spoken rain
Showing posts with label Jo Bellchambers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jo Bellchambers. Show all posts
Monday, 18 July 2011
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