My love for you falls as freely as snowflakes float from heaven, covering the fields inch by inch, wrapping you around my wild heart; pausing only to breathe in your sweet earth scent. Your touch melts winter into spring, beckoning buds to bloom heart first, reaching up to you, our seasons intertwine, enduring as long

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In the depth of winter, each day arrives with silence, apart from the muffled drum of our two hearts, beating, in my ear — though it came without warning, the trill of a goldfinch, its chorus of honey calling me to our window, outside I discover, in the tangle of bare branches, the tiny bird

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Summer’s heat was formidable,  I could not see the wildfire, but only smell, that acrid cloud,  its furnace curtained by mountains. Do you remember that summer? There was a burning house on 5 mile, the one with a caved-in roof  where ripe thimbleberries scattered  the side of the road. Do you remember when  we heard

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As autumn begins to bleed into a finer chill,  I have an innate urge to rush this period of transition,  but to resist the changes of a season is to miss  the subtle slowing and awakening of the earth.  Despite decaying leaves and claustrophobic skies,  there is a feeling called apricity to look forward to. 

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A ripe moon, its iridescent glow, harbours the tides within me. Chaos clambers on the shore,  but you continue sleeping.  The tide continues to rise, holding me in all of my truths and my lies, I close my wet eyes, and focus on my breathing.

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Dry eyes heavy with mid-July look upon great mountains  winter evaporated, I rub my sweat-grained brow ice water licks my toes,  an attempt  to pry my soles that have moulded over the tumbled stone floor, scattered colour; bright purples,  greens and reds beneath the glacial water, they burn dull when met  with Earth and the

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I can feel the subtle slowness that I yearned for so many years ago, and have since overcome the realisation that being bored and doing nothing is not only foreign to me but essential to being alive. In a world full of distraction it is a blessing to be still, however uncomfortable it may feel,

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What did you think about as you sat on the front porch? When the rush of cars on the highway shook the red roses at your fence. Did it shake your thoughts too,  or was your mind as slow-moving as the sun that shone down on us playing in the grass.  What did you think

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On this next journey around the sun, what do I hope for?  A present of peace, love, and light. To untether myself from the burden of being and embrace the current of existence.  To allow the undercurrent to carry me to the depths of the greatest lakes,  and unexplored beaches, beside secret forests that stretch

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