Thursday, January 16, 2014

Small stone: Jan. 16

Crisp air, inhaled deep, deeper, deeper still.
Tightness of chill meeting warm clears my brain from the daily fog and I gaze up.
Near-full moon, quiet sky, bright Orion float above.
Looking down then, away from the heavens to my haven, I am home.


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