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.

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