Just this morning, with the sky full of rain, I turn to the edge of light in the far distance. Cranky as a crow I

Wisdom beneath the earth born through the flowering tree in the soft color of life, bearing the burden of snow as it rises with spring’s

No telling what will appear when the wide arc of earth slowly turns to meet the sun. A muddy tangle of clawing vines, the sweeping

My eyes so full of plum trees and their pale pink beauty, the weight of gravity seems to fall away. Rooted to the ground old