seek the council of wild things in… leaves that turn their silver side… before the rain slender reeds that accept and bend they will sew your words abroad

In the lamplight leaf shadows break on the ragged edges of my heart

Nature’s snowy gown Melts into a silky pool Spring’s passion awakes

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

In the universe Of winking stars is there one Who also wonders?

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

we don’t know who he said he was we came from curiosity and stayed for the inhumanity

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WINTER SHADOW / Feb 11, 2011 small white stones fall rattling to the ground a shadow keeps pace beside me through the groaning night

I’ve known rivers swift currents set free escaping to the brine of the ocean and on to exotic places I’ll never be

I saw their faces as clearly as if… on their stones beneath their name… heard their voices in the trees whose roots go deep into their dus… and into the dust of this Island

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…

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

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