Tuesday, January 1, 2019

Sunset, Over the Ridge

There lies a stillness
on the backside of the ridge
broken by nothing
but the cool lonesome wind

And to sit on the hillside
overlooking the valley
tangled only by briars
and disrupted only by birdsong


there is a peace, wanting to be claimed

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