May 9, 2019

White foam splashes from the watery greens
darkening the stone and wetting my eyelashes.
I am reminded of tears and taste their salt.
My mouth waters with a longing that traces back to my heart
Tendrils of moss and vine reaching,
a feathery weave,

April 24, 2019

The river is rushing loudly
with the insistence of Spring’s arrival
Snow melts to icy waters that fill these banks
and overtake these stones and sandy beaches.

It is enough to sit and stare
entranced by her hypnotic music and movement.

A watery gre...

February 3, 2019

My heart is slow to open
Yes slow, slower still

If you want to really know me
I need for you to wait for me 
in the stillness
and through the silence

When you think I have nothing more to say
When you think I might be done
When you think there isn't an...

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