Monday, December 21, 2020

 Sam Silva


THE LONGING

 

Winter sunlight,,,fire

against the gray and purple

reflected on an indoor window

coming on the evening dusk

...a few days before Christmas

births its church choir

and its manger musk,

 

This is cold dark which breathes down deep!

This is the light which shines on us!

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