« Their rhythm is always the same | Main | Adverbly pronouned she verbed »
I don't ever remember the summer Black-eyed Susans still blooming in December; they must like the often-warm and frequently-wet weather we've had this fall / New Jersey / Dec. 2009
“I sing praise to the play of the spirit, it replicates in endless haloes, tears loose from tangles, then in soft tissue waits for a new manifestation.”
~ an excerpt from Lesser Psalms by Edvard Kocbek
TrackBack URL for this entry:
http://www.typepad.com/services/trackback/6a00d834523edf69e20120a6f804c1970b
Listed below are links to weblogs that reference It replicates in endless haloes:
This is only a preview. Your comment has not yet been posted.
As a final step before posting your comment, enter the letters and numbers you see in the image below. This prevents automated programs from posting comments.
Having trouble reading this image? View an alternate.
Comments