Thursday, January 01, 2009

The Turning

Last rays of fading sun- warm on my skin like a kiss
the cool air of night, a caress- promise of the night to come.
The quiet rings in my ears- stillness
punctuated by cactus wren and coyote.
Pink glow gives way for purple shadow, as the sun passes
and the moon sits aglow.

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"The mother of us all, the oldest of us all, Hard, splendid as rock, Let the beauty you love, be what you do. There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the earth"~ Rumi ~