Tuesday, November 27, 2007


"GAIA" - digital collage by S. Auberle
Among these shrouded trees
in the hush of mountain air
I see gods beckoning,
their long, wispy fingers pointing,
then disappearing in clouds.
Sharp edges retreat before me,
black and white soften to silver,
tendrils of mist brush my face
like the untamed hair
of angels and crones...
- mimi 1996


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