When the moon hangs out with the sun as night has melted away and winter’s mad grip is broken and we resuscitate Joveus, the god…
When the moon hangs out with the sun as night has melted away and winter’s mad grip is broken and we resuscitate Joveus, the god…
This August day saturated in frost as the dark penetrates the light that sultry moon gliding and giddy with ravishing charm skirted briefly the path…
There was a time when evening lay easily upon the thread of time. When she and I would sit high atop castle walls surveying the…
Looking upward this morning that lingering, scheming white moon still hanging in the early sky with the sun just up competing for world dominion in…