Small Conceits

Musings. Stories. Poems.

Gift to a Dry Land

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Moon Mother chanting cool water

a delicate storm path

the rain’s journey

I swim in

     warm

          strong

               deep

                    comfort like skin, a gentle blue water gift

a flowing heart flood

I hear a thousand laughing

sea tongues

sing spirit medicine

transforming dancing light

into a still lake of peace

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Author: Denise

I'm Denise. I'm a dog lover, a nature fanatic, a hiker, and a future yurt-dweller. I believe that stories lurk in all the tiny moments that make up our everyday lives. They wait, curled into themselves, until someone finds them and jailbreaks them, leading them out into the light. I have a flashlight. Follow me!

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