How could she have gone? How? How?
YET, she did.
The poetry of my spirit
Humans are spirits
Poetry
My flesh is like the soil of the Earth
Three poems
1. Listening to the universe
Poem
That endless space overhead
holds life, tranquil and true
for all living things,
and we the humans
Reflection
The changes in seasons invigorate our senses. When winter exits the scene and spring…
Reflections
A cold breezy day ended in the New England winter. As darkness deepened stars came out like…