Tuesday, January 27


 My sister owns a farm in the far north east
which I visited most recently,
oddly it was warm and misty despite being the middle of winter.
I read omens that this season would be mild and hushed,
but few have believed it beside myself.

That place was full of light, but it was hidden like pearls,
eclipsed in short days and oncoming nights.

1 comment:

  1. Beautiful, such a lovely atmosphere.