It’s the summer solstice
The day the darkening begins
If I keep walking west I can precede this time again
In a year. Not much stamina
Foot-shoes sore
From the Archive | Kate Braid
In winter I’ll know
by the harsh call of raven
and in spring, by blossom.
In summer, a warm wind
From the Archive | Tasha Hefford
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