… Golden
you down deep.
autumn blaze
show me where I waver not,
even as things fall away.
The golden hue of light on leaf,
breath on bone,
i will meet you there-
in silent surrender
my body a prayer
where we will always never know.
Harvest of love,
my deep replete pot of gold … – Julia Horn –
PiYo Monday 8:00 am
Sleep Well,
William
