a timeless tower
framed by each generation
and scrub oaks' new growth

1 comment:

Angela Christensen said...

I run out of words.
It's as though I'm a book reviewer, but reviewing work that comes not in bound tomes that I could read or set aside, as a matter of convenience, but work that comes packaged in miniature, in sparkling bright flashes of wonder. I am catching up.
Meanwhile, the wonder is a joy on its own.
Thank you, Pablo.