Category: Poetry

  • We Trod The Path

    We trod the path, hunched and pull our faces in. We bend our heads. The wind is strong when you walk into it. But I take your hand and we struggle against the icy rain pelting our faces. We’ve walked this route in centuries past; guarding ourselves from saying too much. We were different then,…

  • Ballerina (from Kiss The Moon)

    Dance for me little girl. Dance your dance and show the gods why you dance. In the garden I see you, toes dug into the earth, head lifted to catch the glint of the sun filtering through the leaves. You nod in assent to breezes whispering your name. Your lips move in intonation of the…

  • For Now

    Let your mind answer your heart’s murmuring, for in the sanctity of self, you will see your divinity. In the august crucible that is Earth, latticed by clouds hovering the trees, you gain your peace. In the musing of the grass growing to reach its height and to color the bare earth with a piled…

  • Sweet Focus

    Will I be born into another world and time? Will they swim into sweet focus and I, with them? Or will I just walk into that world and find the place just meant for me because I visit there every night? Could it be like this, so gentle, so swift that the dance my feet…

  • Come To My Table

    Come to my table and sit awhile and I will tell you tales of years gone by, attended by loves and those who held magic in their hands. We have supped and laughed and cried some, but mostly told the tales that love spun out of gold. It was a rich time; not the coin…

  • Our Sense Of Time

    There is a sense of time stretching from here to other worlds whose names are not in my vocabulary. I am certain of here because this is where I am. I pushed away the snow no longer pristine as first it came. I took off my coat; too heavy now with the approaching spring. Too…

  • Four Of Us Less One. . .

    In Memory of David . . . We sit and we break bread, the  four of us less one. We think of him but do not speak of him who misses us as we miss him. Our loss so great, the pain so blue, we can but weep. Yet so close we sit, the thinnest…

  • Kiss The Morning

    Kiss The Morning

    Until Spring reaches all of all of us,  I will be posting a few of my winter scenes still for sale.   Those of you who have seen ones I have posted before and wonder if they are still available, contact me .     There are some where I  have used the verses over…

  • THE RUNNER

    In memory of Dennis whose laughter I will forever remember THE RUNNER Fierce as the fighter at sword’s end, he pierces the ethers with feet pursuing in active rite a holy destination. With easy strides cutting the air cleanly, his pursuit begins in quest of his ecstasy; bought at the cost of a body agonizing…

  • A Good Friend (from Kiss The Moon)

        You stayed the night while I lumbered my body through a partition closing me from life. While I fought through a sea of memories holding me hostage to long and lonely years. You saw me through eyes of tears reflecting the hardness mine needed to smelt with coals being fired in a heart…