Early Sunsets
Early sunsets Big sweaters Messy hair Warm tea Continue reading Early Sunsets
Tag: Poetry
Steps of Sanctuary
Autumn, I heard your coming in an August wind, in a torrential September rain, awaiting it’s nakedness, welcoming a lost sun and gentle breezes. Upon these steps I sit and gaze on the glory of the shedding Season.© Continue reading Steps of Sanctuary
And then the night comes grabbing you and forcing you to listen for what you pretended not to hear during the day© Ill. Unknown Continue reading
Dance
Dance before the music is over Live before your life is over Continue reading Dance
Tomorrow
Chasing Summer
To Living Gold
Rumi Risqué
The Call Of The Wild
Beltane
The earth is my home for this incarnation Continue reading Beltane
Windmills of My Mind 