I am a tough-minded creature.
The bee’s a’bumble on the vine Blooms open to his caressBuzzed on nectar and sweet sun shinePrecious honey…
Concerning my Mother
Ode to my garden
(Poem)
Mother Earth has a rhythmthat must not be disturbeda distant drumming…
Humility overwhelms me. My senses are awake with my place in Nature. I feel my spiritual world and all is…