 |
| Please click for depth. |
The world we call local
is the sun coming up
through the cloud on the ground,
is the air we call breath
rich with feathers and light,
soft with mosses and mist
is the ground we call home.
Rural in Nature, Transcendental in Temperament
Blog Archive
-
▼
2015
(263)
-
▼
April
(25)
- Shale Play Sunrise Tanka
- Blue Cohosh
- Landscape
- Flood
- Grass is Overrated
- Meditation
- On the River of a Dream
- Schott Perfecto 618 American Gothic
- It's Been, Will Be
- Getting Through April
- The World We Call Local
- Pleasures of Sameness
- I Want to Sleep Awhile
- Song in a Cruel Month
- Linked to Again and Again
- Statue
- Man and Dog and Storm
- In the Dark of the Day
- Walking Under Birches
- Where It Will Go
- The Unseen Eclipse
- Vast
- Jonquils at Seventy
- Sensual Rain
- A Day Divided
-
▼
April
(25)
