"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

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

dance of the lichen

pine cone nestles between
lichen dotted branches, whose
errant grey-green flakes
seem to be eager to leave
their wooden home
to dance with the ground



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