Guest Post from Scot Ritchie

Often surfaces In this long arc Cause me to coast and climb. You can roll like the sun And slowly dipping Into shallow eternity, Caught by the deep and slight Glimpse of distance. It catches the soul In resistance swift And long reaching– And to look, To show and shatter Light, blood Of the sun…

Measures

Expect to lose some Christmases,​They’re only days, one in 365. So say adieu and wait with grace for the next glad tiding to return.   In days between, mortal babes will birth. Each terrifying treasure springs on expectant and unprepared parents, ​Uniquely formed creature bringing tears, fears, delights.   Morning will break with dreadful sun,…