and winter on the earth, full color

In your kisses, my soul, give me the water,
salty from these months, the honey of the fields,
fragrance dampened by the sky's thousand lips,
the sacred patience of the sea in winter.

Something calls to us, all the doors turn
open by themselves, the rain repeats its rumor to the windows,
the sky grows downward till it touches the roots:

so the day weaves and unweaves its heavenly net,
with time, salt, whispers, growth, roads,
a woman, a man, and winter on the earth


Perry's original vision of
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with the amber warmth of the fire before me and the soft blue-toned evening light streaming through the window behind.

He was kind enough to send me both versions
and, like the indecisive creature I am, I love them both too much to post only one.

Taken by PerryGallagher, 11.18.2011

title and quote text taken from my favorite of Pablo Neruda's sonnets
and my favorite season