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

Haiku: Quiet Movement

Day after Solstice
A plain ordinary day
It strikes my fancy

Globe keeps on spinning
Days begin their lengthening
Promise of more light.

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