Currently Listening Cotton Teeth By The Snake the Cross the Crown see related

on such a morning as this, a mist of wind
cools all of my senses, and i can see it carrying
away the burdens of a leaf. i wonder why
everything follows the wake of a sun-rise
moon-light pattern,  why  Nature's seasons 
always circle back around.Could it be that
everything is letting go, forever dying to be born
in new awakening

Love Danielle