hawk led me past your window on a firey wind swept night we called to you come ride with us in willow meadows where the grass grows tall we'll run full out till the morning sun falls hard upon your face awaking you to all but this hazy dream

Web Design by Douglas Elves. Water reflection photograph by Linda Jennings.

Michelle Labossiere-Brandt

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POEMS

CANADIAN BAR

RED HAIR FALLING

THIS WAS THE LAND

THE DANCE OF DARKNESS

UNSPOKEN TERMS (Yellow Medicine)

The Banquet

Let Me

Mist

COME RIDE

FAIRY LIGHTS

The Melt