Category: poetry
401 reverie
The wooded hills beckon in the evening sunfallThe bare brown carpet invites spring invites me to come up and commune with the strength of the oaks and the delic...
spring floods
The Forks of the Credit are swollen with the force of spring. Heaven’s thoughts, hurled down in the rain and snow, are now converging to water the earth. The wa...
The archer
I feel the weight of the quiverA gift and a burden of fire in my bonesThe forest is silent and I pluck the bowIt sings like an instrument I reach back to feel f...
Spirit poem
Spirit.I know you breathe even now, all around me, in me, and through this thing we scientifically call aerobic respiration. You are the Lord and Giver of Life,...