A pocketful of posies.
Will the world fall down...

Whirring, turning
The blur of cold steel...

We
Always hurt...

Polar caps cry to the sea.
Will life continue...

Captivating dance
Reflects in my sombre heart...

Dawn breaks
From bird-song dreams...

Purposely, productively and with precise...
..another stem is selected - straight and of jade...

Veiled Hands
A tired walnut frame sits on a mantelpiece; an...

Condensation mists and covers the cold window...
With one outstretched and child inspired...

Dark
Stone walls...

Spirit of the Three (Sonnet)
Rays of hope arc like caressing fingers...

Potential arcs inside locked gates
In one small palm a seed awaits...