[during meditation]
During meditation
I look out the window
and listen to the forks
of winter trees
scraping the dull white sky.
Poetry by Uncle Meridian

Read 66 times
Written on 2025-02-09 at 22:17




![]() |
D G Moody |
Texts |
![]() by Uncle Meridian ![]() Latest textsHard to CarrySomething Is Gained Her Voice Recovery April, Opening |

