Dust of Days
At times I pause to turn a backward glance Though doing so illuminates the lie; I long to see once …
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Of Marigolds and Moons in the Virgin’s House
The ancient gods were silenced while they slept Beneath the earth by sorceries as old As standing stones; the sacred …
Safe Passage
Meander with me down that winding trail, remembering the way it was before. Back then, when we set paper ships …
lines written upon urra moor
Old God was too much with us. Quietly we wander through the moss-knolled, sodden peat upon the trackless and the …
Rest
A working mother subdivides her soul, despite rewards that build her feathered nest. Demands conflict and guilt denies her rest; …
Sunset, Sunrise
The sunset’s stunning as the day turns night with colors of the palette all aglow; I watch her fade as …
Behind Death’s Door
When leaf has fallen withered from the tree, and night’s dark hand has swept aside the day. When lips are …
as the sleepers
I would that I were with those dead there in their restful deep, were still my bones in earthen …