
This is
why we lit candles earlier
each afternoon and walked
cold bare floors all winter, huddled with family
and friends to drown out lonely winds:
for the long arc of the sun
dropping closer to Denali each evening
and for hillside lupine.
The Collected Essays, Stories, and Poetry of Kathleen Raygoza

This is
why we lit candles earlier
each afternoon and walked
cold bare floors all winter, huddled with family
and friends to drown out lonely winds:
for the long arc of the sun
dropping closer to Denali each evening
and for hillside lupine.