Three Mornings in March i. At the seam between sleep and consciousness, morning birds and rain mirror the shape of the room. ii. Through a snow squall, I walked home and knew Your presence in the visibly invisible, and the sting when the wind changed direction. iii. Here in the dying world, in God’s sleep, geese lift up and out of the half-thawed pond.
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I love this! Made me tear up for some reason
This brought me back to when I lived in NH. Lovely!