The Dream
I met a Naiad One summers eve Out by the Stony Stair Her skin was white As white as snow Sun glistened in her hair A vine wreath circled round her waist And curled around one breast She rose out of the water Her voice put me to rest She told of all the wonders In the...Christmas
Christmas Rain whips against the window glass And rolls down to the sill This ice rain in December Gives a cold and bone deep chill Fire crackles in the stove The room is snug and warm I gaze out my front window On this rainy Christmas morn The snow is melting quickly...
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.
Curling
Written after watching a friends intense concentration on her shot!
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