Words

-My beloved Cica

Words can`t express my heart.....but I can always try. However, the bright orange of the woodcut is not
where I`m at. I`m in my seasonal Goth of faded flowers, ghosts, and endless
lanes of dripping chestnut trees. In other words, in my other element and
loving it shamelessly. Courting a Lady in silken white damask; faded roses
she wears for me to honor  my wild, pagan heart. Dreaming my love.
In shades of violet and blue.

Meanwhile, the elk are in full runt. Wish I could run naked under the stars
and join them--dance in the meadows until my spirit took wing on the cries
of an eagle.

Indigo