The Earth undresses in the Morning breeze
and I catch the leaves as the Summer leaves.
This falling blazonry, these bunting reds Continue reading “The Modesty of the Earth”
See, she breathes!
Mark how the trees roll like uvulae
in the throats of the wind, Continue reading “The Breathing of the Earth”
There is a garden on a hill
within the grounds of Glastonbury,
where the chalybeate spring so endlessly brings
the healing water and the blackbird sings, Continue reading “An Epiphany in Glastonbury”
There is no mistaking she’s alive.
My hands on the grass receive her touch
And I detect her pulse within my blood,
Her breath within my breath. In my stillness Continue reading “Home of all Homes”