Venus, my beauty. For weeks I have looked upon the south-western horizon to watch you ever-rising in the darkness of an undefinable ache. Oh, how I will miss your brilliant light.
We are sun and moon, dear friend; we are sea and land. It is not our purpose to become each other; it is to recognize each other, to learn to see the other and honor him for what he is: each the other’s opposite and complement.
And yet for all the letting go, the cold distance, thoughts torn and wasted.
I wake into the new day, towards the bitter cold of winter…..only to find warmth. How does the end of summer whisper it’s way into my breath, my heart, on this wet December day?