The Turning

She knew it was safe, now her feet chose a path leading far from dark uncertainties, of boarded-up options into an oasis of light, a clearing of both heart and mind, a dendrological dive into oneness with nature, which tree was which, identifying those whose leaves...

Moonglow

I see you, Sister Moon, as you skitter across metal rooftops, bathing the landscape in your pale silvery frost, calling me up and out of fretful sleeplessness, leaving me now to wonder on which coast I lie, memories of chill mornings, stoking wood fires, perpetually...