The Scent
I touch my nose to the rose and inhale, taking a breath as if not a thing on earth is...
I touch my nose to the rose and inhale, taking a breath as if not a thing on earth is...
At the fountain, I stand in the sunshine and close my eyes. Still. Breathing, The elements wash and wash me....
I plant my feet this day and lift my arms to widest sky, making light of hurts – recent. old....
The mountain stands us still and blows us a thick cover of stars. What we are ready for is not...