Blessings – Gayle LaVallee


Barefoot and hair unbound.
in cotton gown I lean against the wood frame of my door
and watch the day bleed down to fill the wine-tinged sea

I close the door.
Now in my room and my small bed,
I turn toward sleep.

Above my roof, darkness moves in to mingle with the darkened spruce.
Clasped loosely in the blue-veined hands of night,
stars, like amber beads of Time, hang scattered in the sky

Wind whispers aves to the rising moon.

Gayle LaVallee

One thought on “Blessings – Gayle LaVallee

  1. I love all these images, perhaps save the “bleeding day”

    And then to end with an aural image instead of a visual one as you close your eyes and fall asleep. Wonderful.

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