Lost Sheep Posted on June 30, 2018 by Lisa Rosier How long this long walking? Threshold in illusion’s sight, Always the cause to stop, Back track, Look. Endless days unfed. Endless night sleeping, But in a foreign, unholy land. No pasture after all, perhaps?
This Haiku: Sepia-like Posted on April 29, 2015 by Lisa Rosier There is so much shine Send me a second pasture To eat it all up