Praying with Fringes 11/07/2014 – though the fall cold surrounds our warm bed

Bedtime Denise Levertov We are a meadow where the bees hum, mind and body are almost one as the fire snaps in the stove and our eyes close, and mouth to mouth, the covers pulled over our shoulders, we drowse as horses drowse afield, in accord; though the fall cold surrounds our warm bed, and … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 11/07/2014 – though the fall cold surrounds our warm bed