Loom of Time
The salt water is clear to the bottom but the sky is clouded with smoke. In Canada the forests are burning and with wind from
The salt water is clear to the bottom but the sky is clouded with smoke. In Canada the forests are burning and with wind from
I waited on the moon as dusk spread across the sea, the distant mountains growing dark. Then she rose over forested hills and cast a
Hummingbird wings trill in the warm sun as winter past fades in memory. The green world rises and on this summer morn like eagle with
The day settles into a lazy umber glow as the tide rises to fill the cove. The distant mountains massive and snow capped, remind me