Wings and petals and webs
I watched a poppy flower being born. It's sheath move little by little under a shower of the sun's rays until it fell to the ground and...
Wings and petals and webs
New collection, upcoming shows
Slowing down....
Where do our wishes go when they fall with the stars?
Holiday time
Notes from the mountain
The pebbles in my pocket
Thank you.
That only constant....
A Sunday Story
Tueday's troubles and tenderness
Oceans
Leaving social media and choosing the snail
Dear Friday, on a Saturday, I offer you this poem....
The year of July and Monday's poem
Summer days and the sweetest little gallery
Monday's poem and life lately
Dear Friday, from an island in the Salish Sea