Paper Voyages
With cradle-hands I’ve hemmed-in worlds And fingertipped the pages And often I’ve been borne aloft In wind-filled sails of phrases …
With cradle-hands I’ve hemmed-in worlds And fingertipped the pages And often I’ve been borne aloft In wind-filled sails of phrases …
Sweetness in Amber Sweetness of the autumn days savored, tucked under my tongue to melt to oak-gold shadows– Wind-cleansed, rain-shined, …
I know a lake, its surface smooth, and near it, stilted trees Unhealthy to the eye, though only lichen, not …
I enjoy quiet moments in the forest where I can escape into flights of fancy. But oh how I …