"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

Friday, January 25, 2013

small stone: day twenty-five

The chill morning offers me its icy kisses,
taking my warmth in return.
The only movement in the grey clouds above
is the silent winging of four birds of prey.


2 comments:

  1. I have just discovered Writing our way home and found your blog on the blog list! I like the 'silent winging' bit! Just thought I would drop by and say hello!

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