2005 - edition of 23 - $450

Solace

And still,

the world goes on

being beautiful…

the trees, the water and the sky

offering solace,

whether we see or not.

Just now, the clouds

behind the black limbs

of the mountain ash

catch fire in the last light

of the day.

Hope rings

in the delicate throat

of a single bird,

singing the sun down,

whether we’re listening

or not.

Even as we sleep

the gracious moon

traces the sky,

keeping the night-watch…

soft spill of light

across the bed.

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