A storm waits in the wings for a shelter unprepared. It is but the whisper of winds which tell of its coming to those who never learned to listen. Continue reading “The flash, the thunder.”
Strength had bore them through,
All trials which nature offered.
And thrive they did where others fell,
Giants setting footprints in virgin earth. Continue reading “To cleanse the weak.”
The world sleeps as night time comes, the unsavory and just alike watching over them. Continue reading “Stilte.”
If only all could hear the words of silent ancient earth. Continue reading “Ancient watcher.”
So still the waters lay before me, the ripples outrun as they make their own way behind. Continue reading “Rowing.”