Crossing the Rubicon
gnarled knees of bark moan softly through the voice of autumn’s breeze tremored silhouettes hold silence mimicking rippled frequencies tugging …
gnarled knees of bark moan softly through the voice of autumn’s breeze tremored silhouettes hold silence mimicking rippled frequencies tugging …
What has become of flighty mistress Spring? That season that delights in our dismay. Twice now I’ve seen a robin …