The laughing pine, a constant friend, shelters an aging call whilst the tightening bounds of a yesteryear catches me in its thrall. A rising sun of always the same casts
Category: Prose
Taffeta Woven AbodesTaffeta Woven Abodes
6:21 am
Horizoned spans of Autumn and clover spreading their wonder on wisped winds high.Elevated shimmers reckon the moments and darken the bluest, cloudy skies.Opened fans of wings and whistles shudder their
Hallowed Silken Tallies (Stream of Consciousness)Hallowed Silken Tallies (Stream of Consciousness)
6:21 am
Rallied calls echo the valleys and hint at the coming moon, of silent hallowed silken tallies and the dawning times to soon, drape and flowing as clouds hedge home to