on some good days,  silence is a gentle bed of summer filled with whirling cotton  puffs but these times are few as there sits th...

We chat over tea and maple biscuits  as carnations & lilies deck the minutes Your lips are red petals, fawning   While my feet are ...

Which way do I turn, if not, to you Woodsy path is wild - wheat, grass, moss Berries abound, colorful as birds As summer mornings cool ...

i didn't think of myself -not in the beginning- until he commended me - chaste daughter, kind tempered, patient virtues that he v...

grow me pleats  of feather and wings and an itch to fly beyond blue lake stitch me  under swathes of monotones a twitch to gather c...

not river flowing but shallow pool        of dewdrops not colorless but midnight cocoon         under strawberry moon not restlessne...

i, the day you, the night i, framing the sky with questions you,  paving it with silence i, penning words bursting out of seams ...

I hold my first grandson, who is 1 month old in my arms.  His whole face and sleepy frame speaks of innocence and trust. I really have to...

We walk with long shadows trailing As sun sets with hues unveiling Orange and red weaves with soft blue We guzzle summer's heady ...

when summer sun climbs  ladder of dust cycle me to the footpath of sea stones, shells and twigs lake water, a flute of harmony ...