Harbinger

House of Heart

There are roses along

a path near a marsh by a

a motionless bay.

My hands glide the stillness

of your face that I love like

summer wildflowers.

The sun hangs like ripe fruit

and sparks become fire.

Soon winter’s wind will

chill our bones and the

silent wilderness of longing.

Beyond The Path" - Steve Hanks

Beyond the Path…Steve Hanks










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