Friday, June 16, 2006
A prince of the mountain
He may choose to walk.
Gone is darkness
Relentless, dry hunger.
Green swells like breathing dreams.
Yet, beneath soft velvet
Hardness gnaws into bone
Antlers scratch skeletons
Hearing blood in the blush of leaves.
(Picture: Leaf River IR Trail Camera, June 2006)
Posted by jason evans at 12:04 AM