Category: Poetry

Compassion

Compassion

Written for the Age of Compassion, for there must be meaning.

Her Tears…

Her Tears…

Song of the Fox… a verse about her torment and the creation of the great lakes of the world.

Dreaming

Dreaming

I dreamt of a fox I could not reach. It was looking at me with eyes like the stars themselves. I reached out, yet I could not touch it. I felt its calling, that something is wrong… I woke up, shaking… And I was right, something was amiss indeed…

Little Bird

Little Bird

For the little birds awoken by the sweet spring air…

I saw a lil’ bird today…