A poem to the living world.
A poem about encounters in the darkness of early morning mist.
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.
A poem about a weathered will harboring a buoyant soul.
A poem inspired by the power of fragile beauty.
Wandering in the liminal spaces, walking between worlds, we meet her. She is the womb of all life, the essence of mystery, the resting place of souls…she is the soul of deep shadow and the wellspring of inspiration…effortless, inexhaustible, not to be feared, but cherished.
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.
They are mothers of myriad worlds, lighting countless nights, each the pivot of her own system, pouring out her own flame whether there be a planet there to catch it or not. Exposed on all sides, she is a beautiful picture of empowered vulnerability.
A poem in admiration of our world.