Dear Night, You are filled with magic and gifts that no other can bring. Too often I focus on the day and the life that it brings – the sound of the birds singing and the feeling of the warmth of sunshine on my skin. But the daytime is much too ambitious. It is filled
Month: September 2020
How can I possibly sleep – When the night is so pristine? And all the incessant voices of the day Have now been cleansed from me How can I possibly sleep In this solitude … so serene When all I want is to bathe In the magic of this silent stream.
She walks with me Ever so quietly This poet’s heart That sets me free
There’s something so special about photographing wildlife. For that moment in time you are in a completely different world and have the honor of inhabiting the world with them. I don’t think I will ever get over the awe of these magical moments. Two of my great passions in life are words and visions. The
Lay my weary headupon a soft bed of earthwhere I can feelthe heartbeat of life against mineto breathe the melodycarried upon the lips of the windand immerse myselfin the harmonious placewhere we become one Let me go hometo where the pristine waters flowproviding strength and sustenancefor my weakened soulwhere I can close my eyes,embraced by
You may hear them, the wild things that beckon in whispers on the breeze, calling out to you In a language whose secrets are lullabies hidden within gentle sunsets