Poetry

  • My Garden Home

    If light though the trees is your wish, it is my wish, too. If a meadow awash with eerie shadow calls you, I am gone. Already beyond the boxwoods and sweet peas of my garden, home. Day 24. Somewhere over… Continue reading

  • Home On The Wind

    And today I built a garden. I toiled and sweated, pebble by piece. And today I met my soul again, today I knew my home. How blissful to find home on the wind. How dear to follow the heart where… Continue reading

  • Infinite

    Love the word is not enough. Love the feeling is infinite. Continue reading

  • Sunrise

    On this tired night, I know I have been blessed. And so it is I send a seed of this sweet day into the arms of the sorrowful. And I say to them: take this day and make it yours,… Continue reading

  • The Ocean

    It never ceases to amaze, the ocean of life; how wide it must be. If I can see but one river from this, my dainty hill. One glimpse of time, one slice of space, what else must the ocean be? Continue reading

  • And So We Rise

    And so we rise. And so we gather all hope and find our way to peace again. We think we have broken, we think we have lost our way. Such beauty lies beyond that which we call failure. Such strength… Continue reading

  • The End Of The Day

    I gave my soul to the garden. I gave her my heart, I gave her my dreams. And now, I am weary. So weary, I am nothing more than this. But how beautiful it feels to have come. To have… Continue reading

  • I Am Here

    I tell you this, dear present sun. Let you shine upon my days so I might see the light upon every web. Might every moment glimmer with rainbow shine at the very hint of forgetfulness. For I am here to… Continue reading

  • Remembered

    The words were simple. A question. A question of heart and soul. ‘If you could be remembered for one thing, what would that be?’ What would that be? And I knew I wouldn’t be remembered for the jobs I’d done… Continue reading

  • Free

    To know the soft skin of my own truth as it peers upon the fears of others. I catch their fear, I hold it. I catch their fear I love it well. And my truth whispers: of this ache, my… Continue reading