January.
That still, stark, apologetic light
The patience of trees
That watery eyed sky
The wafer of the sun aloft over the hill
That blaze, golden, white.
January.
That still, stark, apologetic light
The patience of trees
That watery eyed sky
The wafer of the sun aloft over the hill
That blaze, golden, white.
Head Above Water 
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Ahhh! Thank you for showing me. 🙂
the wafer of the sun… lovely. peace…
Thanks Alison – really enjoyed the read. Poetry comes from such a deep place, well captured:)
Lovely, lovely words woven into a lovely, lovely piece 🙂
xx Jazzy
It all feels quite patient, Alison.