Hunger Quenched
Returned to bird sounds and rustling grass, the morning quiet nurtures my soul. Glaciered mountains span the far horizon as the broad sea slowly moves
Returned to bird sounds and rustling grass, the morning quiet nurtures my soul. Glaciered mountains span the far horizon as the broad sea slowly moves
The sun rises and I rise, welcoming the light of summer’s warmth spread across the sea. I rest within layers of stone, take flight with
There’s light in the distance where water shines though the island is buried under gray clouds beside a gunmetal sea. Years past the story goes
Light in the east carves an opening in the mass of clouds, checking the rain with a sign the storm may soon break. We will
I offer silence on the altar of the earth, preferring assurance to foolish talk. I’ve known confusion and lost the will to live, but found