I love to smell the honeysuckle to watch the bees and butterflies i long for the warmer days but winter...
The breath of the wind,
Glided me across the ground
Without warning I rebound
...
The moon is full of milk
like a woman's breast
like Mary standing on her crest
Having cast-trade of no charm with two acres of farm land
My father in his field toiled hard to...
Moments are like fireflies.
Through autumn afternoons
and spring evenings they glide...
I want to get lost in rhythm
like a leaf gets caught in the arms of the wind
to let my hips...
Spawning from deep with primordial sleep,
Open air calling and parental limbs falling,
