small rituals (and other spells)
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Grimoire
she found the grimoire, pages torn, strewn into the willow grass
above her, the bright dome of a sky
heavy with autumn's breath
her fingers touched pages, delicately, then full palmed,
a stroking
a pressing
a press
a rising up
of earth secret
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