“You seem sad,”
she said, summer-eyed,
through the window Continue reading “Summer Eyes”
Our Chins are Raised
We all await the dawn,
sitting cross-legged, patient,
our chins are raised
and our hearts are racing,
we wait for the waking
in time – Old Sun’s new raising. Continue reading “Our Chins are Raised”
The Sun Like a Crown
I had a dream
of the darkness
before sunrise. Continue reading “The Sun Like a Crown”
A Subtle Arc
Traced gently,
the subtle arc
between dawn
and dusk, where Continue reading “A Subtle Arc”