December 29, 2017

Winter Me

Filed under: Day Gun — Tags: , — Ralph E. Cook @ 4:29 am

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Wait.   Wait.   Rest.
Winter me. 
 
Everything in
the Great Hollow Tree. 
 
A warm whisper tongue
sings it true.
 
Some days I get it wrong,
someday flowers bloom. 
 
Some days I fled to run
from falling night. 
 
Quiet heals,
reflection brings sight.
 
The time is ripe,
ripe for you.
 
To say I Love,
I Love You True.
 
 
 Day Gun
 
 
 

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