This is a new tradition, begun through the RevGalPal Blog Ring (see link far down in the left-hand column).
This is far from fully formed. It's really an attempt to find a home for several images and phrases that have been banging around in my noggin for a couple of weeks. So, once again, you're seeing a work in progress.
I craft a dreamcatcher
by stringing stars on spider web.
The silver moon slips
behind the ivory horn gates.
I am exploring her caffeine hair.
She wonders how to greet me
When I wear my midnight mask.
The winter fires overwhelm us.
They burn the straw & stubble.
The smoke blacks out the sun.
To be continued . . .
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