Message for the Doubtful
Go, now
and scatter your seeds
from the tired height
you have reached.
Let the howling
of every towering thing
fill your ribs, and breathe
your love into the wind.
Do the mountains resist
the sunrise warming
their shadowed curves
each morning?
"Do the mountains resist
the sunrise warming
their shadowed curves
each morning?"
Gorgeous!
So damn good.