Mist snakes the mountains,
uncoiled, unhurried.
The moon waxes and wanes.
Storms
sometimes never come,
sometimes never go.
from “Far Country”
Kyce Bello
Mist snakes the mountains,
uncoiled, unhurried.
The moon waxes and wanes.
Storms
sometimes never come,
sometimes never go.
from “Far Country”
Kyce Bello