When grey is painted through your life
and each small step is tough;
when brightness leaches from your soul
and it all feels too much. Continue reading Painted Grey
When grey is painted through your life
and each small step is tough;
when brightness leaches from your soul
and it all feels too much. Continue reading Painted Grey
Still. Peace. Quiet.
Dew-touched webs
glisten in half-baked
sun.
Continue reading Still Morning
Oh this love that curls
deliciously, enmeshing my open
heart with every beat.
Continue reading Enduring Heart
Rich red shooting drops
of curvy flutes.
Continue reading Rhythms of Peace
Wherever I roam through the countries and towns,
if a week or an hour or a year,
my heart doesn’t stray from the place that I love;
my home will always be here.