Hearing the seagulls cry,
smelling the damp lake—
grey wing blows clouds.
The mountain top is dusted with the first snow.
My steps on the earth are firm.
My resolve is foot and earth
meeting
again and again.
Eleni Sarant
Weed, California
Hearing the seagulls cry,
smelling the damp lake—
grey wing blows clouds.
The mountain top is dusted with the first snow.
My steps on the earth are firm.
My resolve is foot and earth
meeting
again and again.
Eleni Sarant
Weed, California