Posted on September 21, 2013 by Nik No Comments equinoctial longing falling away into grace becoming enfolded in darkening wings of winter’s embrace, from the east she calls, i love you hit it:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window) Category: my poems, Poetry Previous Post: The Magpie’s Shadow Next Post: Burning Man and the evolutionary principal