When the Air Sings Back
In spring, the air receives birdsong as a promise of return. In autumn, the air answers back with rustling leaves, crisp winds, golden light, and the scent of r...
Tag: hybrid form
Of Summer Passing
Down the road from my house, the lake is a magnetic. Swimmers are thirst for water. Walkers are intent, eyes open for little joys; summer’s forget-me-nots. Todd...
Shadow Dark
Beauty lies not in the barren landscape with trees reaching for each other in the dark and against the whistling wind. Beauty is in wrapping the year and tossin...