‘Twas the Day Before Spring

A poem about the first day of Spring for those who live in the north.



Tsunami Foaming swells roar aggression. Black loam wrenches through steamy depths of pungent pre-dawn loins. Surging power pulls roots beyond chaos; raises mountain freedom, shapes streams of love , grows new life. His mighty voice licks salty air “It is good.” Behold I will do a new thing… I will even make a road in... Continue Reading →

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