All Through
All through my morning meditation, the barred owl, close, sounds its call. All through, in the distance, Mariachis play Las...
Caravan Dream
The caravan carries us, There is no stopping, we are moving, moving. My mother rides with me. Young and medieval...
How the Flowers
Roses, five of tender yellow against a sprig of forest pine. While centers yet hug close, outer petals dare to...
One World
Enjoy my poem, ” I Have Seen One World” which appears this week on the last page of the 2021...
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