a long lunch

patience of nourishment

By morgan leigh callisonPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

Photo by Gustavo Zambelli on Unsplash

waiting for stew to

warm on the element of

hot fire, hunger grows.

nature poetry inspirational

About the Creator

morgan leigh callison

off grid creatrix & moon witch.

i live to create compilations of words & pieces of visionary art. an avid driftwood collector & moon gazer, i am always either looking up, down or towards a bright horizon.

www.morganleighcallison.com

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