cronechronicler

Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte

Hauiku: Silent Spring Redux

Birdsong welcomes Spring
Amidst uncommon stillness
Human voices quiet

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Haiku: Morning After

Silence. I hear it
After wind’s fury calming
Beginning new day

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