Infernal Wind, Eternal Nodin
An early winter nodin swishes the spruce, pine, bare aspen. Eternal, as a season turning, a planet spinning, natural as breathing. Nearby, an infernal wind charges across treeless ground, rutted…
An early winter nodin swishes the spruce, pine, bare aspen. Eternal, as a season turning, a planet spinning, natural as breathing. Nearby, an infernal wind charges across treeless ground, rutted…