The intimacy of the charcoal-green outlines of trees near dawn — grayer at a distance, greener in their fairy tale approach — these sisters and brothers, the dark redwoods and bare oaks, the wise owls of one’s thought. Lights on over breakfast tables. Still wind chimes, wondering which clothes to put on. I shall wear a sparrow. And another, The mist is enough.
February 13, 2020
Categories: New Poems & Pieces
Tags: Dawn, Diaries, Fairy Tales, Intimacy, Journals, Mist, Oaks, Owls, Poems, Poetry, Redwoods
