Migration Posted on March 17, 2016March 17, 2016 by wpadmin The loon framed against A burnished copper sky flies Towards the setting sun Posted in Animal, Cold, Distance, Life, Time, Travel, Wind and tagged Migration.
On the move, through need
Steeled to find another place
With prosperity
Running to a place
that can never exist is
a terrible dream.
Running to a place
that can never exist is
a terrible dream.