A poem about bitter mistakes.
A poem to summon the heart of land, sea and sky.
A poem to the living world.
A poem about loneliness and hope.
A poem in celebration of the loving interaction of Sun and Moon throughout the year. Written as an ancient ballad, this song follows the lunar calendar of a people from my novel, “Across Bright Realms”.
A poem to morning, who comes each day with new life.
A poem in admiration of our world.
A few words of poetry in admiration of our beautiful and generous world.
Of all directions, North is youngest; of all lands was North raised last: pole-clinging, mountain-bracing, glacier-bearing, winter-blasting, storm-wielding, darkness lair. Of all lands was North the best.