In the wilderness of Maine, in the rhythm of the waves, in rivers of the mountains, a calling to my heart, to my pen, wings lifting with a new wildness in my senses I write the words launching the poem from my spirit. Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
I want to slowly ease into dreams of sunshine feel the warmth of its longing kiss but even this, I miss while too many shadows loom chasing away the sunlight stealing the afternoon glow. My skin pales in comparison while others’ cheeks alight with olive skin, but drought sometimes is all that’s left for […]
awesome artwork, makes me feel warm!