I am rich with acorns, rocks, and twigs, leaves with rusted colors, and precious weedling sprigs…
Category: Freestyle
Ice
Not every storm looks like a storm…
Swift Clouds on a White Sun
“swift clouds on a white sun in the warm of winter a storm passes…”
My Job as a Poet
“my job as a poet is to stare at a fountain trying to come up with the right word…”
A Leaf Falls
“Swept into a sound like waves, it falls, riding the flurry, twirling through the long lonely space between heaven and earth…”
Morning Devotions
“Enthroned on the highest branch, the crow sings crowned by a faint half moon, robed by the blue sky, cawing the melody…”
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“White seeds dance softly under the canopy between the school and the weather-beaten houses—“
