Morning dew softly glistensBarefoot prints lead a pathMorning songbird sweetly listensto her mate declare his task.Gentle zephyr sways the reedAs morn..
Oh the veil that shrouds your soulThat fancy fringe that follows the fray and flows freely from place to placeIt dangles just out of my grasp My pursu..
The day is void of wind or cloud, its heat a vicious attack on the senses. Two vultures circle high above the canyon. The terra cotta vista is nothing..