Category: Poetry

When there are no words
There already exists an invitation
As old as soul is deep.
Tenderly…

Ginger-tinged skies
full of silent energy
echo in my body
Sweeping warm…

Between the westering light
and my still frame
Trees stand naked in the chill
and taste the…

Simply strike camp.
Kick dust across the dying fire
Hoist the pack.
Ignore the map….

I move upstream
The water is brown,
Churned
Ringed with foam…