"I hope you will go out and let stories happen to you, and that you will work them, water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom. " ~Clarissa Pinkola Estes

Monday, January 28, 2013

small stone: day twenty-eight

silent v flying overhead in a sky of grey
moving south
for a pond or a patch of winter grass
my heart soars with them
to destinations unknown


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