You will remember that leaping stream
where sweet aromas rose and trembled,
and sometimes a bird, wearing water
and slowness, its winter feathers.
You will remember those gifts from the earth: 66 more words
Eight days ago, I put out a post that asked readers, “When the word ‘series’ hits your ears, what comes to mind?” The answer for me is the realization that the project and the artist can either evolve or disappoint. 422 more words