Dark crescents, in both sky and face Finding what they hold, that’s a cold case ...
(circa 1975)
I was 9 years old when I stayed overnight at Uncle Dales and Aunt...
Inspiration all around in any direction you gaze. Beauty, peace, and Nature's sounds trap you in a...
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Leaves dampened with small droplets of recycled puddles Crack o’ dawn Wet soil encrusted with...
White, wooden, sunlit masts stand great and tall, like wise old sea-men remembering and recounting whaling...
When an impatient society offers nothing I want, I choose the natural world to discover true bliss...
In a secluded part of the wood through a shaft of bright light sat on her toadstool a sweet...
The nut hatch pulsating southward on the tree trunk defying gravity. The fawn running...
When The Day Dies … Memento Mori To Mother (Without Whom Not) (i...
Walking along the rustic country scene Past shadowy rocks and tree lined lanes the river...
Under the umbrella moon I saw a girl despair Above the sour apple tree I knew...
Beautifully intoxicating, A mist of royalty rising from beneath - A bitter sweetness, ...
Hers was a raw beauty. Embellished only by her scars. Her skin painted by earth's pallet, blushed...
We often ignore Nature’s intense greenery We’ve seen it before
The trees are like eyes Long and seductive lashes Blinking in the wind
