12.14.14

take heart, branches like glass. the cold is not a permanent condition, just how it is now. this moment makes a room for your loneliness, some walls to hold what only you  will ever hear: the quiet howl of your midnight grief as it rises,  then quiets.

take heart, branches like glass.
the cold is not a permanent condition,
just how it is now.
this moment makes a room
for your loneliness,
some walls to hold what only you
will ever hear: the quiet howl
of your midnight grief
as it rises,
then quiets.

kf | Jodo Way, Bethlehem, NH

see this  the way  the house holds itself  up to the sky itself held  by the house it is holding. and what would you see if you looked into it my eye what  if you looked into my eye

see this
the way
the house
holds itself
up to the sky
itself held
by the house
it is holding.
and what would you see
if you looked into it
my eye
what
if you looked into
my eye

kc | backyard, Northampton, MA

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