hail storm
thrashing the white pine
hour of the monkey
pink lily pads
a stork beaks up
the splash
spring dawn
in a foal's eyes
milky clouds
warm stars
slipping through our fingers
sand and time
a great mountain
washed with rain—
I climb it
hail storm
thrashing the white pine
hour of the monkey
pink lily pads
a stork beaks up
the splash
spring dawn
in a foal's eyes
milky clouds
warm stars
slipping through our fingers
sand and time
a great mountain
washed with rain—
I climb it