My Dear Companion
My friend the wind, her shape visible only in effects: In the locust tree, so delicate her doings, a dance...
My friend the wind, her shape visible only in effects: In the locust tree, so delicate her doings, a dance...
One at a time the finches dive into the basket of impatiens hanging on the porch. A perfect place...
Carpeting the spring earth around the ancient oak, wild geraniums lift their...
Oh wind in high pines, I intend my energy toward what, like you, is on the way; to Palestine at...