Samhain. Halloween.
Under a clouded moon
we fall into the dark.This morning I woke
in your arms, but whenI opened my eyes, only
white sheets. Outsidesnow.
a poet’s notebook
Samhain. Halloween.
Under a clouded moon
we fall into the dark.This morning I woke
in your arms, but whenI opened my eyes, only
white sheets. Outsidesnow.
beautiful!
So it turns out I am moving to Missoula to go to school at U of M. 🙂
I’m very excited!
so lovely, ‘we fall into the dark’ ~ beauty!
Very nice, indeed.
Wait a second, you’re in Montana? I was born and raised in Bozeman! Now I’m stuck in LA and I miss MT! So jealous of your snow. Your poem is gorgeous. And now I’m homesick.
The veil is always thinest this time of the year.
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