The Forager

When my animal breathes in/ the great leaves from a great golden explosion, / I see that he breathes in the good, / and what is fair. / ...


The Paint Box

This is my garden flaming autumn, / the red rose bush refusing to relinquish, / the high grasses still singing / the shy notes of a forgotten summer song. /...


A Child’s Forgotten Quintet

WINGS/Why is the sky blue? .... Whenever I whispered upon dandelion fluffs I let pray into the wind, I, like any child, found a natural comfort in guideposts from The Great Nature all around me.


The Wisdom Song

Sometimes I hear birds chirping over the snow. It can stop me in my tracks to hear such heaven. Their song of peace breaking up the cold often astounds me. Their sounds of awe and a calming joy [...]

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