I Am of the Desert
I am of the desert.
The hunger of coyote howls in my bones.
My spirit knows the parched,
the arid earth. 83 more words
There I was reaching the summit where the sun laughed across rocky outcrops. Scattering sparkling giggles of dew upon the grass. My hands reaching out to grasp a branch, a strong arm saying “grab hold I won’t let you fall.” My fingers stretching outward into the splinter sinews of forever. 186 more words