It’s old enough to crack The creaking tree grinding Watch! The wind is blowing
Monthly archives: August 2026
The dog hasn’t forgotten The whereabouts of the ball. Until I too forget
It is your eyesight Now astigmatic now not That lets me see you
Light breaks through the trees In heaven, it winds and whispers One way to know that
Chainsaws in the woodsSounds of Tibetan trumpetsSun just like the moon