The delicate clusters of golden rain, their petals showering dry ground, wine for the wasps and giant bees, sustenance for ants, and for my soul – the sun rising through haze with joy, highlighting intricate branch formations soaking the blossoms and mango babes, life source for nature, and for this day – doves silhouetted againstContinue reading “Sustenance in the Cold Dry Wind”
Soon he would arrive! She felt expectant joy leaping in her soul . . .
Fog has painted a wall between forest and all that’s beyond. Thick white obscures all lines. There is no lake, no forested shore across those waters. What lies beyond is blurred, hidden. Looking up we see yet more white; there is no sky. But we know that it is there. I am reminded: we can’tContinue reading “The Wall of Fog”