HANNA'S WALK

The Arrow and the Song

I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell… Read More

That’s how the light gets in

In the rising of the sun and in its going down, In the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter, In the opening of the buds and in the warmth of summer, In the rustling… Read More