As orange melts yellow in setting Sun, we meet again fleetingly
Bird of paradiseTropical freedom jewelBut she doesn’t fly.
Nature comes out of its hole and talks to the Humans, face to face.
I’ve lived in a little grey house at the edge of the woods for more than forty years now. A city girl…
The sun glints and gleams on the path that we roam. I see you wrapped in petals of light, shades of lavender, white…
Where a wolf lies freezing beneath my feet: