Cascading down the barren trees, missing coniferous,bowing to the under water, present and roaming,solstice…
Prose
Aren’t we all hybrids?
Come, come dream with me.Horses,Not colts, but horses that have watched seasons pass.No whips, all of us, all of us have had more than enough…
There are crows in the corn and a nip in the air. I go back to old places and they have changed so much. I remember the same…
A tear, laugh, hug, joke, fear, joy and all of this.For years, reaching back, knowing you now,knowing you then.We stumble, into this…