Saved
Blossoms bleed in the churn of ocean winds. Hearts die for want of flight. Visions evaporate. These are things you understand. But one dawn a bird flew past you...
Month: June 2018
Recorded in a haze of aspen saplings
Above the cliffs along the Jaun de Fuca strait are fragments of prairie, and when I walk dutifully on the asphalt paths beside the Meadow barley, Nodding onion ...