I am rich with acorns, rocks, and twigs, leaves with rusted colors, and precious weedling sprigs…
Category: Rhyming
Blue Sunrise
“Sometimes you can’t see the sun when it rises. Sometimes the clouds overwhelm….”
Say Hello to Neptune for Me
“There was no beauty like the stars. No brighter jewel. No higher dream. My gaze was fixed on planets far, running toward a single theme of galaxies and things that are wove deep between the cosmic seams….”
A Beautiful Night
“Jasper wind pervades my soul And scintillates my nose. I inhale a cool-warm breath. Of sleepy summer prose….”
Guinevere
“I loved the sun and it burned me. I loved the moon and it was cold. I loved the wind and it thrilled me. I loved the earth and lost its hold…”
The Voice of Moss
“My voice had burrowed in a tree, shaped like a small gray mouse…” A short, rhyming, fairy tale.
Wild Weed (Romans 11)
“I was a wild weed, a wild weed, a wild weed. I was a wild weed, far from Your holy garden…” A poetic devotion meditating on Romans 11
