Walkways – the poem – part 9 of 16

… Escaping on the brook’s bank, banking on nesting warm through winter, but tears are horns that open soft spaces, and autumn shifts heat and any hopes for renewal. Love is fire – from where it goes there are no shields to block its scorching. Can we reach bottom in the rain? Sing hosanna at … Continue reading Walkways – the poem – part 9 of 16