a white frost cat licks edges of concrete,
still and cold,
the winds won’t play there anymore
where silvery dawn grasses
and splashes of ice
wash over grasshopper bones
in this frozen dew of
wounding
and yet
it’s just a season, my love
a silver chalice season made to melt over Warbler’s song
melt into mists undoing looming, dooming, frozen deaths
see, Freesia bulbs in fall and dew on twigs….
fairy cups in spring
oh come let us adore Him
…Loukas 22:42
Beautiful!
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Thanks:)
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You’re so welcome my beautiful friend.
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🙂
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Great one
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Good to hear:).. thanks
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Most welcome 🙂
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