When I walk outside, I look up to her.The name I hold dearest to me,Day.A time when I am my busiest.From a distance, she can…
Poet & Storyteller
When I walk outside, I look up to her.The name I hold dearest to me,Day.A time when I am my busiest.From a distance, she can…
I smell the wild on you.How the snow is caked in your fur.When the night falls, what doesIt offer besides survival.And the means to be…