nine voices

beneath gray hangings nine voices across the field long for sooner spring

a winter tree

spare, cold interstice: a winter tree awaiting her deliverance

Prismatic Flower Rain

we were showered by the prismatic flower rain and loved completely [The authors of this blog would like to categorically state that they are not on drugs. No, really.]

dealing (rewritten)

dealing with life, you close your eyes to feel something other than alone