Giants
I walked in the empty fieldsand fell before the giants. Holding up the winter skytheir gaze met with...
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 – Layers
Why do I spend each weekend breaking sweet and back? What does each peeled layer represent? What am...
Poem – What We Must Do
In the first light of day we head from the city into the greening forest filled with bird...
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...