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Wintering Storm
I came to the beach to end my wintering Just as the tourist season was coming to a close. I sit here wettened, not by the ocean but the storm passing over. Eventually I had to escape to shelter. The rage wouldn’t let up and finally lightning had to split the sky So...
Wild Sister
Little child I was when I first heard the cry, That croak of choked emotion Erupting from the heron taking flight. All she contains, a clay cavern of silence held, Her own cry she feared to utter. Quiet now, hush child. The heron, that solo sailor of the sky, marked...
Rumi Speaks
I watch as the half moon considers itself in this blue sky. How the hawk hides in the crown of this great pine Screeching until a crow dives down and reveals the hiding place. The hawk’s mate answers, echoing from a distance Until I see her circling the sky...
A Rock in the River by Lydia Nitya Griffith
I would like to be a rock in this river to feel the ever constant movement of wild water and the current’s caress like a love affair for all time. I came down to the rocky banks and let my toes sink into the silky mud and disappear until I was as rooted as the...