Nature forgiven •
in an april afternoon •
look – the daffodils! Continue reading →
how then to know rain? •
step out, look up, close your eyes — •
nature washes down. Continue reading →
this telling of sky: •
the love it holds out to clouds •
protective of stars. Continue reading →
Where go all the words •
When the spring comes rushing in, •
Sparkling, her eyes. Continue reading →
Tonight at the Sunday Night Writing Group, while everyone else was sprinting away on their fiction, I was plowing through files full of poetry. I made two new files: one for haiku and the other for poems which struck me … Continue reading →
The best way to find yourself is to lose yourself in the service of others.
