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White Air
A song through the wind to my ears. Robin withdraws from spatting sparrows to tiptoe through white air. Wordless, sparks in mist, crystal airwaves of the morning sky land on my hood. I sense your presence, unseen and formless. Or is it here I see you? Low branches,...
What We Will or Will Not Be
We will not be content existing like the groundhog, burrowing beneath the beauty, hibernating throughout the winters. But like the golden eagle, we will mount up and nest on the cliffs above waterfalls and grasslands, harbingers of the heights, traveling through the...
Through the Tall Wooden Door
Through the tall wooden door she leaves one realm and enters another, turning the nob, stepping into dawn’s light, streetlights yet lit, half-moon lingers. The sun hovers above horizon, a mirage, holy light, appears with early morning dog walkers. Icicles break free...
To the Lighthouse
A breath, a breeze, a wave frozen in time. A seagull sketched above the horizon then erased. A thought, a word. A memory lingers and fades. Morning walk, the eye— the lamp of the body as Nature speaks, distilling Deity. A trunk, a twig. A nest rests precariously. In...