A Harrowing Harvest Jan25 These tines, thresher’s sledge gouging flesh, tearing chaff from stalk in one smooth strike. Plundering periphery has its benefits; as empty hulls fall to the earth, seeds awake to freshly ploughed soil. Share this:FacebookEmailPinterestTwitterLinkedInTumblrLike this:Like Loading...
After Jul6 After tears, a grin, after loss, a win; as hope soars on love’s wing, after winter, spring. After darkness, light, after stumbles, flight; as battles fought are won, after rain blooms sun. Share this:FacebookEmailPinterestTwitterLinkedInTumblrLike this:Like Loading...