spring in the orchard
deer make their crossing at dawn silence keeps us held breath by breath a path holds bones shaped like butterflies, rain and absence time bends toward the empty writer's studio, the sea and the sea voice it is not gravity nor will that pulls us here the weight is love we have come, we should have -
earth lent
deer make their crossing at dawn silence keeps us held breath by breath a path holds bones shaped like butterflies, rain and absence time bends toward the empty writer's studio, the sea and the sea voice it is not gravity nor will that pulls us here the weight is love we have come, we should have -
earth lent