Making Light
Warm in the air, wet in the dirt: first rain. From my bones lifts the hurt of winter. Rain hums in the gutters, keeps time on the roof. Inside, I hum a simple tune: a garden, long days, dark dirt. I hum and the room
Warm in the air, wet in the dirt: first rain. From my bones lifts the hurt of winter. Rain hums in the gutters, keeps time on the roof. Inside, I hum a simple tune: a garden, long days, dark dirt. I hum and the room