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, gathering strength from a 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