Welcome to my woodfire,this virtual hearth, with the magic humming and the tea brewing and the books spilling over. That music in the background, that's my Honey playing his guitar, or it could be Addie Bell, my little mountain dulcimer or the rain on a tin roof, or the windriver singing way up high. Here in the hills, there's music everywhere you give a listen. So, sit a spell and lets listen together.
Friday, January 20, 2012
simmering...
The wind tonight
Blows an ice storm over these circling hills,
Birds quarreled as the sun sank,
It's the dark of the moon,
Apprehension rides close to the night sky,
We hold our clutched myths close
And wait for the world to turn...
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