if you’re trying to remember
how to love the ordinary day
you must get your body
out of the house.

go out and into the end of winter air
before the last light slips away
behind the ragged fence of branches.

listen to the dusk.
trust what the trees tell you.


photo and poem by katherine ferrier ©2017



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