A Poem: September

New leaves, lavender stems, buds on the climbing rose, dew on the grass, lit by the sun emerging from a sky of soft blue, as eggshell, or a newborn’s gaze. I see all this as something all of a sudden new, unveiled to eyes that had winter’s blinkers on. How long had the yellow spring … More A Poem: September

A Poem: A Moment

Happiness is here its under the oak tree, or the open sky of blue, or stars against the dark. It’s in the breeze, soft against my skin, or strong enough to blow all my efforts apart. So that I simply am here right now; nothing brought to bear on this time. Nothing to take away … More A Poem: A Moment