Seagulls hovering Uneven hills encircle Tide pool reflection

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

wind tangled trees coiling across a yellow moon spiraling leaves surf-curled dunes

I am a tree beside the water my ancient roots run deep and wide in Mother Earth as one body dies

sunlight through the clouds in a ring of bright water loons fish two by two

summer is ending following the rolling sun quite without remorse

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…

looking at the world through drops of counterfeit lace on the window pane

Many times, my father, drunk upon… “Spare the rod and spoil the child… Swung his belt and lay the stripes… To cleanse my soul. And I, drunk upon memory and whis…

The taste of winter ice Dug in August from the sawdust Of Conley’s ice house The slap of the screen door On Grammy’s porch

Autumn dusk descends Street lights run on rain-slicked… To glistening pools

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

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