Let me leave a trail of wildflowers where I’ve walked, so they may bloomwhen I am…
Watching the slant of late lightetch pathways of shadowacross the rumpled bedspread.No…
The path stretches before you, rocks jutting, cliffs looming. Each step takes you…
I found my voice at fortyUnder a pile of indifferenceGentle hands led it into the air
Crows sail through blue iceCroaking love for morning–Even the sun is brittle cold.