In the mountains, at the end of the day,The sun begins to fade away,Its golden…
Flute magician unknown. Other world unknown. Time and space unknown. Lady soaking the sun unknown. Sun unknown. Lady carrying the woods…
I remember the mop of blond lighthe wore like a crown& the way my daughters pointed to scratches on my…
Those birds sitting on the treetops, still bare from the winter gone by
Our nib hits a snowball and the Himalayas turn blue.
This writer self relies on twin pillars of memory & imaginationwhich another day — in the not-self of…
A Hearty readier & more to go love her thoroughly
What is this snow falling from the skies unknown, melting in my palms shaped like…