poem and photograph by Ethel Mortenson Davis
Stopped
to look
at the Byzantine light
coming out of the morning sky ΜΆ
goldleaf
burnishing the edges,
turning the deep mountains
violet.
Take my hand
before we become
common!
poem and photograph by Ethel Mortenson Davis
Stopped
to look
at the Byzantine light
coming out of the morning sky ΜΆ
goldleaf
burnishing the edges,
turning the deep mountains
violet.
Take my hand
before we become
common!
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