Every year at Spring, and as the Passover story is retold for my familial generations, I discover new things I must liberate and elevate of myself. ...Perseverance and freedom can look like a tricky thing. ...
This is my garden flaming autumn, / the red rose bush refusing to relinquish, /
the high grasses still singing / the shy notes of a forgotten summer song. /...
WINGS/Why is the sky blue? .... Whenever I whispered upon dandelion fluffs I let pray into the wind, I, like any child, found a natural comfort in guideposts from The Great Nature all around me.
