Wednesday, January 21, 2009

The Mist

The mist rises.

I wait for deer sign. and watch with such delight.
They move as the mist.In the fog.
As in prayer. gentle aware.
The light is here in the garden. I wait for that.
And we walk in the garden together.

Bless your night
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