Poetry
We need not countevery seed atopthe swaying grasses or number the wavesrolling onto the rocky…
Poetry
We Look With Uncertainty
We look with uncertaintybeyond the old choices forclear-cut answersto a softer, more permeable alivenesswhich is…
Poetry
Watching the Birdwatcher
She peers through a pair of binoculars into a treetop lit with day’s last blaze,…
Poetry
Under the Walnut Tree
When I face what has left my life,I bow. I walk outside into the cold,rain…
Poetry
The Peace of Wild Things
When despair for the world grows in meand I wake in the night at the…