The glass vial shattered on the tile floor. An impermanent lesson.
Month: January 2021
Some images of Lichen I took a few years ago in our mountains
Haiku 50
Birds scratch for food in new snow. My oatmeal is hot.
Haiku 49
You called out in your sleep. Soon comes the dawn.
Haiku 48
Souls recover slowly to the new dawn. Twas a long dark night.

