Year of the Horse 2014

I stand, I run, I make the earth my home

feet treading between the roots, the air all around me, hear rushing water and see lush green; a cool dark earth dripping with life, crumbling between deaths.

a dwindling light that makes the highs low seeking treetops, dappling 

the earth responds and sends a sign; a sliver moon over the horizon, she loves us and moves around in circles.