Holding the space for my thoughts to take form,
Listening to my soul’s voice deep within...

Is it a choice,
To allow the winds of other’s storms...

Cicadas thrum,
their golden net a hammock for memories of summer...

Like a seed
unfolding the flower...

Out beyond princes and principalities
Lies a plane...

How will I know when my ‘new’ normal has...
I doubt there will be fanfare, fireworks and...

Life is a long game.
My life is my long game...

Recently I discovered this poem I wrote and typed...
As I ran wildly crying...

Some say a poem is supposed to rhyme
Though many don’t every time...

I have a new visitor in my garden,
A Mummy Maggie...

Scale by scale I feel my armour dropping away.
and places opening in me...

The mystery of words
Is their meaning...