No. 5 · Harvest Time
Brook Song
you haunt me in shades of grey — they come in October mostly and sometimes in the winter as they spiral their spectral forms from the…
No. 5 · Harvest TimeWinter’s Dance
winter pirouettes before me with whispered words in the teeth of zephyr I cannot discern — you suggest that the cold is the heart of the…
No. 9 · TracksThistles and Thorns
I watched the mother bird fight thistle and thorn to find food for her babies in the harsh winter storm, and yet as she sat on…
No. 9 · TracksLonging for the Country
I miss the country with all her soliloquies of flowers, and the feeling of warmth and safety growing in the roots of every old tree; here…