I leave my blood on the ground on dead leaves fallen from fall trees crimson droplets plump war stories through my body my blood from my body on earth's body wound rests sword lays down morning fresh with fog warms from the glow of the rising sun a web of frost melts the dawn after … Continue reading Planting seeds
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Life’s partner
On the path ahead of me lay death. Belly up, frozen in time, in fur soft enough to be curious about; I wonder if its fur is still soft? It shook me, the sight of the vole - the sight of its four little limbs, stuck straight up, pointing on up to the spirit in … Continue reading Life’s partner
Angela Mason 