Cedar winds
ruffle my resolve
and pepper my starboard side.
My day begins.
Rolling out to blue wishes
under almost-March skies.
I worship this small sound:
a chickadee
or a
mackerel sky.
About Me
- CK
- Orleans, Cape Cod, Massachusetts, United States
- "LET it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten, Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold, Let it be forgotten for ever and ever, Time is a kind friend, he will make us old. If anyone asks, say it was forgotten Long and long ago, As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall In a long forgotten snow." -Sara Teasdale
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