Stripping away the rose colored glasses of denial concerning my reality. Getting in touch with truth. Reaching out to others in empathy concerning their reality and their walk to truth.
Tuesday, January 20, 2015
Winter's Last Cone
Oh single cone how long will you stay,
Through Winter's night and cold sunny day?
The last cone I spy, as you hang alone,
And wait for the time when you will de-throne.
There on the ground a place among others.
Is mother, father, sisters and brothers.
Their death will now feed the coming green fern,
For Spring's happy season before your return.
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dcrelief ~ Battle of the Bands