We could just call them nocturnal birdsThe same bouncing soaring as
swallows:Dips,Dives,Digesting insects to equal their body weight.Sleep
away the day, just hanging outWaiting for their night
fl...
Whispers through the pines makepromises of tomorrow Rings inside
fallen trees reveal long history This place, firmly locked in now,
hints of a future. Inhale it all..We are forest.What is yet to ...
In my hand. a tiny precision instrument. words form on the pageI
am part of history. pen wielder. word maker. story spinnerHere
in my hand the power. to change the world. throu...
When Pluto was a planetYou cleared your neighbourhoodScooped all the
negativityFlung it to far reachesYou spun in your orbitSo well
rounded.We wanted to come alongBut your journey is longand oh, ...
The hearty souls maintaintheir exercise programsas the temperatures
plummet.–no bad weather. only bad clothes!They’ll walk with
spike studded boots. or snowshoesThey slide along on skismi...
The mountains are aghostly presence,faint phantomslooming above the
lake,wisps over white paint palettetherenot thereWinter hoversover
misty memoriesof summer storms.
(with apologies to William Carlos Williams) . This is just to say I
have eatenThe lastof the tortilla chips I know youWere saving themFor
a bedtime snack But like youthey were saltyAnd so delicio...
What wind brings Don’t wrap this silence in your memory Gather the
fallen leaves Your departure: a beginning. Going means coming to
understand Summer wildfires Sometimes ashes fall Sometimes ra...
