WASHED

We are marked by our shoreline the footsteps left behind the ones dreamed of the seasons that began and others forgotten by choice   tides washed us gently circling   the waves never stopped synchronous beats smooth some troubled   all beneath a humble moon

RUMBLING

The river is a testament to longstanding, a continuation without interruption   the river possesses beauty and strength its banks dappled with brush and half buried trees   velvet smooth water the veins of flow to the oceans heart feeds on silt from fields and ancient meadows   its motion is a voice   it … More RUMBLING