Rainforest Poetry

 Not here and not now yet some winter road tells a story of the shortest day the longest night This snow a simple driftless dusting it sits ...

 The cold of winter is mysterious like cat whiskers  here the ground frozen into granite  there soft pliant fluffy soil as it it had spent t...

The captivating morning sky tips its hat to Maxfield Parrish  in the New Mexico way not as softly fluffy  pale streaks light of the newly ri...

On the occasion of our wedding anniversary in the year of the waning gibbous moon Did you ever imagine us growing old together?  Our edges f...

 When we lived on the edge of the world  the mountain so close we breathed in the hot scent of rock  even with snow clustered in the grasses...

My Franciscan friend turned a truth in his hand like a crystal from the desert breath blown upon it to clear away the dust He meditated as h...

The latest iPhone update has brought with it a new feature. It sifts through my 80,000 or so images and chooses one to pop onto the corner o...