Plunging her hands beneath the earth, she hoped to find something, something to guide them, something to bring them closer to the light. Would this help? She found a secret her great-great grandmother wrapped in a golden whisper. She’d buried it at the base of the mountain the morning she left her prayer book there. … Continue reading She is in the earth, she is of the earth
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Planting seeds
I leave my blood on the groundon dead leavesfallen from fall treescrimson droplets plump with war stories through my body my blood from my body on earth's body wound restssword lays downmorning fresh with fogwarms from the glow of the rising suna web of frost meltsthe dawn after the mourningit all begins againanother chance to … Continue reading Planting seeds
Angela Mason 