what if sight went away and you could not see the shimmery fog move like a ghost across the early morning green waking field what if you could hear the bird outside your window but never see her bright yellow breast as she builds herself a nest on a branch…

i listen to a bird sing and it is pouring down rain i lie in bed and listen waiting for the roof to go quiet and then i will climb out of bed and listen for earth worms and green leaves breaking ground purple petals waiting for the sun and…

i had a thought and then in a blink it was gone i wondered where did it go did it somehow go to you did you see the pink rose climbing the wall on your way home but where is home you say it is down the winding road in…

every time i think i arrive i don’t when everything feels abundantly clear it isn’t when i think i am safe i am not and love is in short demand the world is broken my heart too and i wait the struggle the sorrow the anxiety of tomorrow where will…

someday there will be a moment in that blink the losses will be far too great the land will be hollow the arctic will be water soaking wet the insects will be lost to a violent past the fireflies in the blue ridge will no longer dance the butterflies will…

how do you know if your time is yours and not on the coat tails of someone else how do you know when a place belongs to you scared ground for memories how a time a place speaks in a language you understand and its solitude becomes your very best…

in the working of my mind there is a glitch it gets hung up on chance after chance after chance sometimes i just want someone to ask me to dance and i stand there and stand there waiting for the music to play and it never does all i hear…

there is art in life the genius of nature the ingenuity of women and men the gentle cry of a new born babe and there is mystery we are urged to unravel our lives to see what is and to hold it sacred the spider spinning her web the bird’s…

i think i’ll take a ride on the other side of is a trailer of what might be i will roll down the windows and smell the sea i will let joni serenade me with puffs of clouds and both sides now i will worry what will happen to me …