Monday, November 4, 2024

Through a low ceiling of creeping
branches on a night when
the moon forgot how to shine,
a single lantern reveals
each step as it comes.
Yet by the time it peeks
its cautious head beyond
the tree line, the path behind
teems with needy seekers
who follow its soft warmth
and the shadow who holds it
high in the dense wooded depths,
the first star, rising anew.


love notes
a ritual to start the week

Christopher Shepard