the ashen sky is falling land exhales fumes and smoke shadows widen, rehearsing what comes next - or so it seems in the rearview mirror my...

  I unbox gold trees trimmed festive red bows there are amber lights tricking my eyes - moon- seeds or neon lights- cold nights, fevered dre...

  with maple leaves & apricot threads along the pattern drawn in my head- a mash-up of seasons pinched in circles  crinkled by moss ...

  November morning unfolds heavy fog, drizzled grey sky, strewn apple seeds - northern wind grows bleak and old as maple trees stand bare, b...

  This city is a lyrebird echoing voices from every corner of the world Arriving through Pearson Airport the road unfurls - smooth, bright l...

  who braided willow’s hair and left a shoe?  a question sways beneath October’s breath.  sky flickers blue where red and gold shine through...

  the river's mouth is wide open  gently pulsing tides under autumn's foliage of maple and oak trees along trail ways auburn & c...

the heat of the desert calms my body to sleep tired bones slump on red sands sun-shifted by blue sky moon rises silvery above snow-capped mo...

  empty my pockets are not , not when red leaves fall on fern-bogged trails, my hands gather feathers, pinecones,   blue-green river  tides,...

  my face, blank canvas  my body, sand and stone   until you unlock me: riddles, stories, rings, colors your beating heart is my green flag,...