tourist of the world beneath . writer of fairytales . drinks tea . paints pictures . more mumblings at http://athousandfurs.com
Before me, at toe-edge,Rolls the last of the line Before deluge — Ice cold, born of ancient glaciersAnd the last fallOf snow— unveiled,Our…
The silk-soft rainbowWeathers all,Unravels threads, ageUnremembered, old comfortsDrawn through time.
Milled moments cascadeApart, between,
#30DaysWildCreativity Day 1 : Loved and hated plants.
Sounds roll aroundUnrepentant mouths, they seek