To the Coming of Autumn in Ballina
The west wind blows the wet away and sings you in, soft Autumn. So, hum your Southern strains on murmured …
Church Bells Tolling
At every hour and more, from East and West And North and South and every in-between, From livid London’s every …
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 …
Ill-Fitting Finery
Seventeen seconds to seventeen years. The first expired as I mined for gold flecks sparkling in blue eyes, tick-tocking against …
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 …