Winter Me

Posted by Ralph E. Cook on Dec 29, 2017 in Day Gun


Wait.   Wait.   Rest.
Winter me. 
Everything in
the Great Hollow Tree. 
A warm whisper tongue
sings it true.
Some days I get it wrong,
someday flowers bloom. 
Some days I fled to run
from falling night. 
Quiet heals,
reflection brings sight.
The time is ripe,
ripe for you.
To say I Love,
I Love You True.
 Day Gun

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Trophy Hunt

Posted by Ralph E. Cook on Dec 24, 2017 in Day Gun


Dear ones beware,
there are trophy hunters out there
who long to skin bare
your conquered carcass without care.
Never real or sincere,
your love a meal for their lair.
For until you prepare
to shield yourself for spiritual warfare,
the wild horse of your heart
may be mounted like a trophy hunt.
Day Gun

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The Longest Night!

Posted by Ralph E. Cook on Dec 6, 2017 in Day Gun


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