The burning rubble tumbles from the ridge To valley floors where water once ran clear, Illuminates a long sustaining bridge Whose last passage across is growing near. The omens of an elemental force Hint toward a shift of global reaching range, With power to disrupt...
January 2015 Laura Carley Seasons come. Seasons go. The more that pass, the more we get to glimpse their familiar cycles. Warm to cold, wind to sunshine to rain, seasons alternate in recognizable patterns. Whether in weather, or in other replicating swirls of being,...
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