wanda
The wings flashed and beat striving for the sky, escaping the goose hunters.
I shall step into my snowshoes and crunch my way out to the field. Snow, crystalline brightness, I miss you!
The muse tells me to pick out wool or fiber, sometimes mixed with silk or mohair. Sometimes to dye it these colors or leave it in it's natural state. Pick out a CD listen to life....
Vivid, exhilirating, frightening. Brightening the stormy dark, do I really want to see? Can you see tornadoes in the light?
ill, sick. an excuse, a condition. a state of mind and sometimes a way of life.
Lovely bones, you can almost see the muscles and tendons, the person who once inhabited you. Is it endless sleep?