(Water: Haiku and Free Verse)

Even the river bleedsfiery frigid essenceEarth’s watery voice. ** It is the riverthat calls, watersflowing through my veins and I, the bankssteadfast and holding the razor sharp edgeslike liquid steelerode my earthen postures challenging…blessedly challenging…the hardened places. (Water: Haiku and Free Verse first appeared here in June of 2018. It is has been edited for […]

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Vancouver Island

Is it the robin whose morning song so sharp and crisp awakens me in this enchanted place, or the warble of Juncos whose hooded faces delight as they forage between the dried, curled aftermath of a cold Winter, now pushed aside by new life sprouting? The absence of raindrops on tin roof offers promise that […]

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Whose Earth Is This?

Whose Earth is this?ask the trees reachingto kiss mountainous sky. Who cares for her?ask the creatures all,grateful for her bounty. Machines rumbleforests fall – a standfor progress answers none. (Image my own.)

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