Lilac Trust
I’ve come to my place of early nurture to drink the milk of renewal, to gaze on skies the girlchild...
I’ve come to my place of early nurture to drink the milk of renewal, to gaze on skies the girlchild...
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...