World stretched thin, brittle- Held in the hands of Mother, Weeping for the past.
World stretched thin, brittle- Held in the hands of Mother, Weeping for the past.
Walking through the desert with mountains ahead. The heat is oppressive in midsummer, light and heat shimmering off the ground. The land is quiet; the animals are asleep in the afternoon heat. Through paths and washed out ditches we walked,…
Rivers of color Melting into the soil Summer in winter