. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . where ImagInatIon comes to play

Monday, January 28, 2008

Histoires de la rivière aux rats//Stories From the Rat River

my spirit dances in wheat fields;

it can be heard in the sound of the wind and
comes to life in the fury of the tempest;

it is alive in god's gift of nature.

my spirit is found in my written words
and behind them
naked to those who can see

1 comment:

norton said...

this spirit, your spirit connection to your words, is so alive in this piece.