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Grace Jan 7
finally the snow
comes in a steadfast,
overnight blow

and we expect,
depend and know
that lovely quietness
of winter.

everything hushed,
more still and so
we whisper
Grace Jan 2
the river never met the shore,
though knew it in a dream.
    
     the ocean never knew the moon -
     love based on tenuous beams.

perhaps the lesson here: implore!
on all those things that you adore.
Grace Dec 2023
at the end of winding roads, you still follow.
I believe in everything you are
to me, you are the reason and the means
to anything and everything I need.
Grace Dec 2023
still waters sicken
at the ephemeral stream,
whose current is dream


Wading in waist-high water;
and I love you so violent,
more than maybe I can do.

(fleet foxes)

Also: drink of the flowing water,
or that which alludes to your dreams (and eludes you from waiting in waist-high water)
Grace Dec 2023
the emerald pines breathe
through the cold, forbidden prayer
of Winter's old mass.

the ancient, forest steeple
Grace Dec 2023
A breath held;
a mollusk in the sea,
its shell
so small and fragile,
overtaken
by the wild ocean in a great, swirling motion.

It will be empty now.
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