Dec18 How close the stars seem on a deep December night, but how far my feet! Nov20 ‘Patriotism’ is a word I never use when counting the stars. Oct11 before the first stars were strewn across the heavens darkness deep and wide Jul7 During last night’s wind, every fish in the river rose to greet the stars. Jan13 The wind tells stories while stones and foxes listen and the stars keep watch. Number Jan12 Twelfth night of the year— the moon’s gone into hiding, so I number stars. Waking Oct16 Waking at midnight, lovers ever so gently comb stars through their hair. Post navigation ← Older posts Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 476 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar Loading Comments... Write a Comment... Email (Required) Name (Required) Website
Nov20 ‘Patriotism’ is a word I never use when counting the stars. Oct11 before the first stars were strewn across the heavens darkness deep and wide Jul7 During last night’s wind, every fish in the river rose to greet the stars. Jan13 The wind tells stories while stones and foxes listen and the stars keep watch. Number Jan12 Twelfth night of the year— the moon’s gone into hiding, so I number stars. Waking Oct16 Waking at midnight, lovers ever so gently comb stars through their hair. Post navigation ← Older posts Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 476 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar Loading Comments... Write a Comment... Email (Required) Name (Required) Website
Oct11 before the first stars were strewn across the heavens darkness deep and wide Jul7 During last night’s wind, every fish in the river rose to greet the stars. Jan13 The wind tells stories while stones and foxes listen and the stars keep watch. Number Jan12 Twelfth night of the year— the moon’s gone into hiding, so I number stars. Waking Oct16 Waking at midnight, lovers ever so gently comb stars through their hair. Post navigation ← Older posts Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 476 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar Loading Comments... Write a Comment... Email (Required) Name (Required) Website
Jul7 During last night’s wind, every fish in the river rose to greet the stars. Jan13 The wind tells stories while stones and foxes listen and the stars keep watch. Number Jan12 Twelfth night of the year— the moon’s gone into hiding, so I number stars. Waking Oct16 Waking at midnight, lovers ever so gently comb stars through their hair. Post navigation ← Older posts Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 476 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar Loading Comments... Write a Comment... Email (Required) Name (Required) Website
Jan13 The wind tells stories while stones and foxes listen and the stars keep watch. Number Jan12 Twelfth night of the year— the moon’s gone into hiding, so I number stars. Waking Oct16 Waking at midnight, lovers ever so gently comb stars through their hair. Post navigation ← Older posts Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 476 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar Loading Comments... Write a Comment... Email (Required) Name (Required) Website
Number Jan12 Twelfth night of the year— the moon’s gone into hiding, so I number stars. Waking Oct16 Waking at midnight, lovers ever so gently comb stars through their hair. Post navigation ← Older posts
Waking Oct16 Waking at midnight, lovers ever so gently comb stars through their hair. Post navigation ← Older posts