The Night Air is Notched

The night air is notched by a cold stone breeze
It reaches into our brains and bones
From calm river running to deep wild seas.

Its grasp is sure and made with tender ease,
Like the lover who gives just what she owns
The night air is notched by a cold stone breeze.

We breath in cool air and speak as we please,
Listen to the waves that the water moans
From calm river running to deep wild seas.

We murmer in the mist beneath wet trees
In long language of leaves and split pinecones
The night air is notched by a cold stone breeze.

Sweet rain where we rest on sore bended knees,
A promise to return what darkness loans
From calm river running to deep wild seas.

Before swift winter’s ice begins to freeze
Against roots and rocks where it aches and groans,
The night air is notched by a cold stone breeze
From calm river running to deep wild seas.

by Thomas Elder on Friday, March 18, 2011

Boy, oh boy, have you a gift. I am a fanorama!

Posted by la fey  on  08/18  at  09:46 PM
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