Of Wind

White Wind / Frozen layering like ice sheets, / Yet wicked and swift, / It carves and scours its path.

Of Wind2016-12-08T18:15:05+00:00

Any Moment

Eurydice didn’t look quite so lost yesterday / as I passed the sculpture garden on the way to class.

Any Moment2016-12-12T20:28:39+00:00

Cloudwatching

wispy thoughts drift / across the dome of the sky / as I lay here / supported on the warm earth / in the stillness of the / wind

Cloudwatching2016-12-17T20:19:49+00:00
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