rain and drought am i sunlit vale and shadowed glen all and none collide
POEM: Flow (Hope*writer Challenge Day 3)
Wildly, the rooted dandelion throws itself to the waiting wind.
POEM: Paying Attention Is A Form of Prayer
The mist only stays On the pond for a minute. We didn’t miss it. *title credit to a sentence I found carved in a tree at Fontenelle Forest in the plains of Nebraska
POEM: Seasons Shift
The trees are changing; Some straight to death, brown and frail, Jealous of the gold.
