In the valley a deer is roaring
too late in the morning to not be seen.
Without thinking
I press my finger to my lips…
This is not a nothing day.
The pines are whistling,
cypress trunks squeaking in the wind,
cicadas have started to sing…
In the valley a deer is roaring
too late in the morning to not be seen.
Without thinking
I press my finger to my lips…
This is not a nothing day.
The pines are whistling,
cypress trunks squeaking in the wind,
cicadas have started to sing…