The Return the earth spins back, a rhythm that calls us down, dug from the soil, each step sings of life descending like leaves, ature whispers in each motion, a fragrance that brings memories.
the back woods, the laughter of children, every shadow resting among pines, ancestors returning with the rain, wrapping choice and obligation, a path embracing what was lost,and the roots growing beyond.
Anne Waldman
- Anne Waldman