Rain is a healer.
A journey with death is a journey to birth. (I revised this in July 9, 2017 because a verse was missing.)
I whisper this soul song in pale amber light, strong and spiraling flakes of snow across the heart like sweet ice rain over gray, blue night. I whisper like a chick can sing for seed or a baby coo for warm milk. There's no autumn, for the leaves have fallen down the slopes to the... Continue Reading →