Snowflakes or fireflies Beneath an oval moon Do I wake or dream?
it was always said that of all the people on the Island I loved life the best I who had the least but I had all I needed
Still they knock at my door And complain About the state of the world Selling fear Like grape Kool Aid
the silence of colour palette of fall reflected on water white birch trees granite rocks
liquid blue nightgown made of lighter fare floats in romance of autumn air a ballerina in an erotic dance longing to join that v-trail in th…
wind tangled trees coiling across a yellow moon spiraling leaves surf-curled dunes
mall tree never felt a breeze sweet swell of spring rain on your leaves new life in your branches
I am a tree beside the water my ancient roots run deep and wide in Mother Earth as one body dies
looking at the world through drops of counterfeit lace on the window pane
grey rocks flowering in melting fu… first blooms of March after winter… a flock of ducks is muttering in t… the first light of day to brush th… shakes the branches they reply…
a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls
All I wanted to do was ride my mo… And make out at Spooner’s Point. But when Mary Daley got pregnant Her father threatened me with the… So I married her and went to work
Suppose you was 18 years old And never had a single thing In all your life to call yours alo… Except your body and your face? And suppose you went to work
a cold moon filters down through the purple asters no explorers have returned with caterpillar robes and dandelion gold
Nature’s snowy gown Melts into a silky pool Spring’s passion awakes