In the dark bliss, under the pale moon. Vines that all twist in love's tender bloom
Intertwined
A Waiting in the Seaside Mist
The river is faithful...
Upon the Cliffside
For every day her attention was not elsewhere led, the universe would make its loving advance
Sing to Me
Now I stand here, facing the -mare and the dream. I sing to my beloved, and she sings to me.
Rainy Day Jazz
Good jazz on a rainy day sits deep in my chest like sipping whiskey
Willow-Like
We flow, blurring the fading wike between writer and write
Old Clouds
With lethargic vim, the clouds roll overhead as I hope they do when I'm 94
Artful Presence
Smell a flower from the field, see the bee depart. Learn from them all that you can - sing in tune with the art
The Dark Shelf
Darkness seems to lie in wait - in every shadow that we make
December Rose 