Category Archives: poem
Mananan’s Cloak
Mananans soft storm Clouds, mist and ocean swirl in Neither here nor there Edges blurred and gone Timeless cloak folds formlessly Hide and reveal light For all my fact lovers, these shots were captured from the shore in front of … Continue reading
New Colours
Luscious luminous Pink, fresh light fills petal husks Dried by winters wind Pulling back the curtains of the bay window, the light of another new day splashed across the wooden floor. It was tinged pink, which made her look again … Continue reading
Blushing hot Maple
Blushing hot Maple Yearly menopausal flush In winters cold face.
Autumn Bouquet
Autumn light glitters A new day fresh from rose folds Gathered by shadows. The stillness of the morning caught my breath, and had me dashing back inside for my camera. These were taken last week in the garden, where the … Continue reading
Running Salmon
I walked down to the river In the glinting low light And it shimmered and slipped Silk like over its bed of rocks. The sunlight spun into threads By the long wet fingers of the river Woven into loose lace … Continue reading
Wood Spirits
Deep in the woods, the air is still and hung with mist. The light travels through shadows, leaning in long slow lines, and blushing through the folding ferns. Spirits hover almost unseen, at the very edges of vision, gone as … Continue reading
Storm Day
The golden light lingered endlessly on across the over ripe grass, barely noticing the clouds brewing themselves into a hug black bruise. Silently the dark energy gathered, a whisper rolling in unseen from the edges. The angry clouds blustered in … Continue reading
Spell of the Shore
Mind knots and jangles Untangled softly in a Windswept wave washed spell This was inspired by the following beautiful post….. Walking barefoot on the sand–a haibun http://artifactsandfictions.com/2014/09/28/walking-barefoot-on-the-sanda-haibun/”>artifactsandfictions.com/2014/09/28/walking-barefoot-on-the-sanda-haibun/
Awakening Change
It takes but one stone To break the tranquility Of peaceful slumber. Nothing is ever the same, as the ripples of change spill like liquid silver across the water. They roll in mercurial hoops, out towards the edges, And yet, … Continue reading
Summers Feet
Summers frothing wave. Always the earth spins faster With its little feet.










