Warmth
A baby rests his sweaty head against my rising chest. His gentle snoring melts all dread, the bass that leads …
Category: Rhyme
Resurrection
A field of grass, a sea of green / where flowers wild, like dabs of paint, / add vibrancy to Nature’s scene –
Mama’s Walking Stick
Where wild abounds and nature calls / a trail winds through a gentle wood, / along a stream then to small falls, / where she met him, and love was good.
The arms of the ocean
When the arms of the cold empty ocean are my only consoling caress, and the wide open sky encircled by …
Bottle of Sky
I pin my wash in silvered light to soft chorale of laughing leaves, the twittering of sparrows back, this golden …
The Dawning of the Age of Aquariums
Encoded in this pebble that I found one May Day morn, (I swear to you it’s true), are secrets that …
When Come the Others that We Need
Some day or maybe never while we’re here, those Others that we’re less than sure are real will come and …
Dreams Led Me Here
I’ve left the world I knew behind for there are treasures I must find. The future is a course that …