Subdued still… Paris, Lebanon, Nigeria … and others

  This morning I see a goose moving steadily across a leaden sky, alone, strong in its purpose.  The muse to my mind today. +++++++++ I am goose flying slow over the good earth of forests, fields, lakes, flying fast and high above ruins, mangled, bloodstained earth. I move north, I move south cruising along … Continue reading Subdued still… Paris, Lebanon, Nigeria … and others