Come to Surface
Winter won’t let go, the grip of cold and ice fierce in attachment to the rising earth. Vain we are to dream of awakening asleep
Winter won’t let go, the grip of cold and ice fierce in attachment to the rising earth. Vain we are to dream of awakening asleep
The earth is quiet, gathering life force under rain sodden ground. Rainbows of color form in the dark soil, ready to emerge like an innocent
Light returns as the earth slowly wakens. Although warm in winter refuge, I feel the tug to rise from beneath the woolen blanket. The building
When we were behind the plow, working portions on another man’s land, we thought we understood the situation, our dream a piece of ground for