A flock of geese leave their lake and take wing, turning to poems in the sky. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
As children, some of us liked magic and fantasy, more than reality. So, we became writers. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
A flock of geese leave their lake and take wing, turning to poems in the sky. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
As children, some of us liked magic and fantasy, more than reality. So, we became writers. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
Some days, we just need to turn the quiet up. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
A redwood tree sighs, tall, broad, contented. But the aspen tree has itchy feet—as winds blow, it bends, yearning to be a traveling man. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com