Come Closer

Come Closer

This year, I’m renewing my friendship with winter. Here, in the Pacific Northwest, winter is weeks of big-bellied clouds looming low, dimming daylight to a crepuscular gloom that seeps invisibly into night. And drenching us in Biblical torrents of rain. As a new...

Sunday Poem #6

In the country of the heart the baby rabbit sleeps shaded by Eagle’s wings sheltered from noonday sun Fierce and tender held in the same thudding heartbeat the pulse that carries, the beat that rides Surging sea and star-flung sky silent budding earth...