Almost blue

Jane Dougherty Writes

Second collaborative poem with the Oracle.

The air is almost blue, colour of night,

ice, ghosts and glassy waves.

Look for the red in wild flowers, turning leaves,

the flash of bird-presence among dark trees.

Listen to the blood beating to the music of life and

know that all is one, the eternal whole, the circle joined.

There can be no life without death, no joy without grief,

and at the end there is always you.

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