with a whisper
against the still canvas
of a winter morning
an army of stars is born
spring is coming
and we the longing
are invited
with a whisper
against the still canvas
of a winter morning
an army of stars is born
spring is coming
and we the longing
are invited
I send an email several times a year with a handful of the most interesting things I’ve written or uncovered at home, abroad, and on the web.