Come venture with me now it my realm
and enjoy the smell of sweetgrass,
the wispering wind in the ancient pines
the lusterous elegance of the peals and satin,
glistening stars in the cobalt sky,
cracks of voracious thunder and crisp lightning,
the lick of the raspy cougar tongue,
musty damp baby-wolf hair,
silent snow that absorbs the mysterious
crack of the twig,
or
a bird chirp.
Sights, sounds and feelings all interwoven in a myriad of
artistic vision...
my visions, the visions of J. Kramer Cole |
