I dream of wild flowers scattered across summer dresses and moving rivers shattering afternoon light. I dream of colour: the world exploding into sunflowers. God’s palette is a sweeping meadow and girl’s laughter. I dream of jagged shores breaking waves from which great symphonies arrive. The Earth is not dead beneath all this death. Come […]
The geese flying above form an arrow and when I turn around -a V.
Only after a dreadfully long winter is the sound of rain such fine music.
Beneath the frozen ground I can see summer. I heard it was coming in the loose gossip buoyantly floating around town. I had a dream that leaves were climbing back upon the trees like little green soldiers. Soon, all the birds will come back all at once and the girls laughing will break out the […]