Sophia's Garden 6 the demons are biting

He said, " the demons are biting".
Cold air, sour dew, foreboding fog brings blemished fruit.
Winter is coming. Hold fast to the good harvest. Store sun
in your inner spaces for Joy once ready to play every dawn of summer now burrows deep into the earth for warmth.
She will not answer your cries to return to the winter days.
My feet feel like old roots that only desire deeper dirt.
Reaching above my own head for hope takes all my strength.
I stretch and pray .
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