Ode to the meadow garden.

I remember visiting you late one summer.......walking past the pond .... the wind wisping through the trees...... the coolness of a late afternoon breeze coming off the mountain.
Behind me the creeks gentle roar.......the bridge squeeks... ... the sweat lodge to my left..... i see the gate up ahead... green all around.... my feet climb up the path...

I enter..... the wind blows all the scents a... read more