Take care, then,
For aren’t you
typically
more than
a little
nagged by the
fire drive
To devour it all
Before you know
which fruit is borne
Of this
p-art-i-cul-ar
tree?
Do devoir,
And so too
They’ll do.
Like you,
They need only
time:
the soil of
trust.
Turn it over softly,
with the sweet
echoing memory
of yesterday’s
Saturnalia.
The next trudge,
may startle
mid-winter’s
precarious root
Unless you shhshh
quietly
the voice
of imprudence.
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this text is lovely.
did you write it, in relation to the tarot? or does it have another source?
I wrote it today in response to my daily card. 🙂
I’ve read your prose for years. I didn’t know you are also a poet.
thank you for this beauty in my day.
x
You’re welcome. Thank you for reading generously. And, if I may say so, poetry is my true calling, while prose is my constant struggle.