Aching, breaking
Under the crow’s caw spell
Mountains still empty
Woods that won’t tell
No serenity waiting
At the top of the pass
A world feverish and crowded
Where the last shall be last
Aching, breaking
Under the crow’s caw spell
Mountains still empty
Woods that won’t tell
No serenity waiting
At the top of the pass
A world feverish and crowded
Where the last shall be last
Photo ⋅ Pictures ⋅ Poetry
Places and photographs
Andy and I miss Dougy
In My Dreams I reached out and touched reality!
~ life in poetry and prose ~
Psychodelic Hotdog Man
poetry by j matthew waters