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 the mother of all living.
A poem inspired by the beauty of Winter.
A poem to express stumbling surrender.
A poem about the frailty of life.
A poem to summon the heart of land, sea and sky.
A poem about loneliness and hope.