The matter we are made of is as old as the universe, our lives a part of the dragon of change, like waves in the waters of an ancient sea, rolling forward with a momentum not our own.
A poem to a gentle land whose quiet rains inspire life.
A poem to the mother of all living.
A poem inspired by the wisdom of water.
A poem for joy at touch of sun.
A poem inspired by the beauty of Winter.
A poem about the enlivening world.
A poem to summon the heart of land, sea and sky.
A poem to the living world.
The world stirs at the touch of dawn’s earliest light, filtering in sideways through morning mists, and the first breeze comes like a pleasant, waking sigh. So breath and movement awaken as dawn’s veil grows thin, and all life begins a new song.