this morning
i hear the frogs again.
birds and insects
join them in song.
these things hold us
up in life, things to write
and draw and observe.
the things for us to
walk amongst.
this morning
i hear the frogs again.
birds and insects
join them in song.
these things hold us
up in life, things to write
and draw and observe.
the things for us to
walk amongst.
THE LONELY WHITE WOLF 