Awoke by the rooster’s call
Train horn echoing miles to me
White noise from cars
Hurtling down the freeway
Birds speaking much as they have
For millennia uncounted
A look into the boundaries
Of infinity
This Summer’s Morning
poetry, prose, and photography
Awoke by the rooster’s call
Train horn echoing miles to me
White noise from cars
Hurtling down the freeway
Birds speaking much as they have
For millennia uncounted
A look into the boundaries
Of infinity
Word Shaper 