Yellow Tinted Sunsets

“Yellow tinted sunsets on my pages fall and speak into my coffee cup…”

Spirit Be Still

“Spirit, be still In the rain-splattered moments  With milkyway sunbursts Crowding the day…”

“I look at the leaf, so high and lonely seeming, but not alone, swaying in worship of the sky—“ A poem about faith and longing

“Elsa hasn’t come to our house yet,” she says, looking at the sky.  It’s the end of winter, and it’s 60 degrees…” A poem about southern Winters

“Step outside into a bright cloud,  and meet a world constructed of dust and light…” A meditation for a foggy morning

“Start small— a seedling leaning in the shade of a giant…” It’s not really about a tree…

“A veil—so thin it fools the eye into thinking there’s nothing between the tree and the window—reveals itself….” A short poem about a rainy day