In the dark of winter’s night the trees release their salvage into fair exchange with the breathing. This is an aged and wisened love. Enter the season, and much has fallen off and away, subject to the effect of natural circumstance, a learned method of thriving, braced against the cold yet finding stillness. Remaining rooted, […]
Daily Archives: December 1, 2015
I sensed a rush of wings above, a sudden river flowed in skyward waves, a twisting spiral random convergence leading itself centerless, to inspire it’s own innovations and my silence. First, of the crunchy growl of boots on hardening snow, then breath held for the sake of listening, then mind entrancing in it’s parallel flight with this […]
James Scott Smith 