I MACKENZIE KNIGHT I A CHILD OF WRATH A GOD OF LOVE I FALLEN ANGELS EXPOSED I

CORAL HULL: REED-SONG: EARLY POEMS: VOL 3                                                                                                               page-164 MIGRATION They leave their knee deep tracks in snow heading south for the winter. their footsteps falter as they go dragging in icey unsureness, their legs are weak. their ribs stick out. They pass by the dead of this highland drought. They pass by the forgotten the permanent and rotting Bare trees old blossoms like veined branches blood clotting. Too new to stay stable, these young deers of spring. Scared of moon-magic, Rosemary and sage, This woman of winter cold calling brittle with age.      This website is part of my personal testimony that has been guided by The Holy Spirit and written in Jesus' name.

I Home I Biography I Testimony I Articles I Poetry I Prose I Artwork I Photography I Notebook I