The sound of dry leaves blowing in light wind tricked me into thinking he was coming up behind me even though I knew he was still taking steps across ancient terrain, across the shield. His horse, painted belly, spots of white nuzzling his head in my palms every time he saw me and me, always … Continue reading When he comes home
Month: May 2022
What the wind wants
What the wind wants ties me to spirit, brushing past my ears she takes me aside wrapping my shoulders in a shawl, yarn spun with cloud, she cooes towards me "show them", you have something they want." wondering through air, kicking up dirt, I ask the trees for advice what must I do for the … Continue reading What the wind wants
Angela Mason 