Poem – Promise
That evening I played in the snow and ice
crossing fields and hiking uphill
as the air dropped below zero and I promised
the sun and moon to listen and be respectful.
William Ricci
Mountains, Ice, Stars
That evening I played in the snow and ice
crossing fields and hiking uphill
as the air dropped below zero and I promised
the sun and moon to listen and be respectful.
The simplicity of the words and the warmth of your images are beautiful together!