I wakeafter having sleptwithout restmind weary of turning, turningI throw offthe heavy blanketof nightof darknessto stand shiveringon the chilly cusp there is no soundjust hush and my heart graspsbefore my eyes glimpsethe glimmering before I know itI’ve thrown open the doorto standbarefoot in the froststill nightgownedas birds glide high aboveround and roundtracing infinity signsagainst rose-gold … Continue reading December dawn