The play of light hints across remnants of the last snowfall and flows on into the woodland with its still-clinging autumn leaves that this early morning call glowing in dawn’s promise, as if all this transmits a stay/leave tease in and out of hibernation’s haunt.
Today’s social media (also flickering pre-dawn) featured a post by David Whyte on Love, a word ever transforming, calling "come in--if you dare..." Remember its falling-in and falling-out, the cross between the known and the further on. From Consolations, Whyte offers this:
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