Winter Grass and Wind
The winter grass and wind sings her song. Ravens join the chorus. Returning to roots and origin. Lulled...
Home is our True Being
Home is not just where you live and return each evening. Home is that place we hold close...
Poem – Return
Returning to the fields where it all started so many years ago. It was here I decided which...
Poem – Birth
In the beginning we come into this space as innocent beings fumbling around the empty fields stretching forever....
Poem – Return
In the end, when this life becomes the next, we become the raw materials returned to earth only...
Poem – Across The Sea
Across the black sea I see nothing with these eyes and I stand here not as I see...
Poem for Northography – Tag
A response to the most recent writing prompt at Northography. http://www.northography.com/responses.php?stimulus_id=289 I returned to the fields of the childhood...
Poem – The Burden We Accept
(1) Remains We found remains not of the day or night not of the moon or sun but...