The Grey Country – Mitchell David Ring

Weeping skies over the gray country

Mourn all promises the dead cannot keep

And wash away ink from the pages of a recycled soul

Ready again for the printing press

Follow the type from death to birth

Through dawns unrisen and days undone

A borrowed life singing songs of ritual not written

With a voice that once belonged to the wind

And eyes lost in first visions of color

Pouring out of a new-opened sky

Out in the gray country with arms outstretched

It stands, skin bare, feeling raindrops for the first time

Coming up on the Winter Solstice in a couple of days. What are your thoughts on certain days of the year having some sort of meaning/power that others don’t? I’m not a fan of astrology, but I know many people are!

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