grandfather's shirt

knitting under folded sky; running the pleated mile


Tuesday, December 25, 2012

after a long dry spell, a simple gift of water; and after the rain the glowing green of pine needles, the wet smells of a palette of color burgeoning in the backyard. the sky darkens early; it's Christmas night - Jupiter and a waxing moon sail in the east above tree limbs and foliage happy in the breeze, having had their fill of water
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