Spirit

P O E T R Y

Motion and the Moon

A spirit glows in the night mist of the meadow

Haunted

a poem

waiting
I feel I am the only thing 
tangible 
in a world of ghosts
questioning my very existence
I prick…

Spirit of the Coin

A Poem

On a quiet night, 
I heard a quiet whisper in my ear.
On a quiet night,
I heard a few…

Out of the Box

A poem about the creative life and choice