From This Day Forward
From this day forward the landscape unknown – no map, no signpost, no tradition repeats. Earth herself a carapace shaken and shed by inner truth,
From this day forward the landscape unknown – no map, no signpost, no tradition repeats. Earth herself a carapace shaken and shed by inner truth,
The lion in me waits hungry for unseen light, gnawing on a hollow bone to gather strength from the river beneath the Earth.
The warranty said limited life but it is summer, my daughters are here with their own children and I’m still alive, rising with the sun
Winds gust from the south pushing the flood tide into gravel reaches, soaking the stone feet of an ancient rock wall with images carved by