IMAGE: The planet Earth as viewed from space. Wikimedia Commons Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported license. Ode to Gaia by E. W. Richardson I woke to soft mists over the river, A chilled, liquid, world where dew falls as rain From the trees in muted musical notes And the air is faintly luminescent… A surreal place of contrasts and shadows In pastel hues applied with a soft brush. I kneel beside last night’s campfire and brush Away ash, which... Read more