little lies, seeds of thyme shallow-rooted, often sewn cover the largest stone yet a tree springs from a single seed

inhumanity kills boys civilization kills girls

a cookbook is a strange place to find a recipe for the mind but the notes tell me the lemon tr… blooms year ‘round, never stops; while one branch sweetens the air

Time for a pit stop Half face in rear view mirror Road unwound behind

Clouds on horizon Now and then a shorebird’s cry On buffeting wind

I am a rock on the shore of the magnificent ocean millions of years by the magnificent ocean and millions more

Life has a way of playing the vile… Or, providing an evener, some migh… I, who did not want to go to war, Seeing the senselessness of it, Stayed at home to work the farm -

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

the silence of colour palette of fall reflected on water white birch trees granite rocks

crickets and brittle leaves empty seed pods scurrying in the heavy scent of autumn

Beneath that secretive smile A strong hot thrust From a sidewalk grate….

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…

Snowflakes or fireflies Beneath an oval moon Do I wake or dream?

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