The mark of her unexpected touch

Friends are like ancient artifacts, very fragile.

The dim trails we must sometimes follow

The sky wall windows

The colors of my life, of my sorrow and joy,

Tossing it off, a modern arch

Moon glow blesses the sleeping bay tonight.

This mighty little river runs

Morning In spangles of yellow aspen along The delicate slither of Baker Creek My head still groggy with stars and Orion hanging on the...

The raw wind gentles its chapped hands

Spring has come to thaw Winter

Someone moved the bookmark

There is sweet music outside my window,

Taste joy, said the frog. Put out your tongue and flicker it. Feel the cool of joy Like raindrops in the mouth. Joy flutters like a...

Fall has arrived,

To see your face