Under the blinding sun I
dream of quiet crisp-
ness, Japanese pines.
A forest muted by snow.
Shy deer and ripe cones.
The vastness singing.
Writer Between Worlds
Soulful writing about humans and places
Soulful writing about humans and places
Under the blinding sun I
dream of quiet crisp-
ness, Japanese pines.
A forest muted by snow.
Shy deer and ripe cones.
The vastness singing.
Writer Between Worlds 