Before an earlier time when peace and fire drove together one. January 20, 2014 / autumncircles / Leave a comment Whatsoever peace compels me through pure fire. Always sunshine gleams.
Sleeping dogs have dreams, too. January 18, 2014 / autumncircles / Leave a comment In jest or in rage Many faces belie truth. Feel the brisk windsong.
I always have paper and pencil or pen with me wherever for the whenever January 12, 2014 / autumncircles / Leave a comment