Tag Archives: stones
Donegal
Folding mist, blurred edge of land and sky. Roads twisting, turning, falling, rising, each curve a poem. Where are you leading me, I asked? Just keep walking came the reply. Wavelets bright as stars in a night sky flashed … Continue reading
Crow
I am crow. Crow I see. Black, my colour for Swan to greet. I am swan. With Crow I see. White is my colour, for tears to weep in a river-weed tangle around my beak. I am the river. With Swan … Continue reading