Woodsmoke

Woodsmoke

Out of my memory Comes a vision Of woodsmoke Drifting Upward Through the trees Reflecting Random patterns Across The sunbeams Filtering Earthward Through The branches and leaves

Whitman’s Bon Echo

This poem was published in the June Issue of Devour: Art and Lit Canada, a magazine dedicated to promoting Canadian culture by bringing world-wide readers some of the best literature, art and photography.

Emotion

“Immersed In the mist of emotion Buoyant In the unknown…..”
Reflects the dreamlike feeling of emotions.

Fresh Berries

A poem based on my wife finding and picking blackberries and raspberries while walking the dog. She used a clean “poo” bag to bring the berries home.

The Fifth

“What a foolish man/I am/To think that I can beat….”
For friends working through this illness!