Tag: solitude

advice to the weary

when air grows heavy and tired from too long falling, day's last birds will dive down and in rising, shake it out before them something, at least, is vibrant is the message beaten out by wings when you are lost, find stone that will hold … Continue reading advice to the weary

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the afternoon after

the afternoon after arranges itself – black limbs, off-white shroud, the dark of the damp on the interrupted grain of the bench end where I’ve settled for solitude, for seeking the green among the gray the afternoon after © Sarah Whiteley

I am becoming…

I am becoming the color of fall when it stoops to November, russet when it succumbs to gray in quiet, unnoticed ways until suddenly the briar leans bare against the fence bleak, wild and forgettable © Sarah Whiteley