Caravan Dream
The caravan carries us, There is no stopping, we are moving, moving. My mother rides with me. Young and medieval...
The caravan carries us, There is no stopping, we are moving, moving. My mother rides with me. Young and medieval...
Roses, five of tender yellow against a sprig of forest pine. While centers yet hug close, outer petals dare to...
Enjoy my poem, ” I Have Seen One World” which appears this week on the last page of the 2021...
Dear Ones Everywhere, The longest night of Winter Solstice approaches. It’s the season to go inward and find the place...