Grey Winter
What is it about winter that is so beautiful? Why do I shun away spring, the light guiding...
Moon
The moon hangs onto something the physical eyes cannot see. The moon offers a glimpse. The moon teases...
What Else
I stand before the great mirror of antiquity trying desperately, almost in vain, to understand what I see...
Poem – Smoke
Smoke rose in the evening until the cold came now frozen in mid-winter pose.
Calling
Lake Superior is calling form beneath greyed and washed out sky, the struggle of winter to take the...
January 2012
Early January is not what we remember, nor what we mentally prepared for. October and November clenched dark...
Poem – Winter
Deep into December. Cold sun breaks through greyed and empty clouds. Bare skeleton trees hold the sky within...