She lives through fire,
dancing radiant and free...

Six signs were given
In days gone passed...

Betrayed by nurturing sea,
Betrayed by fiery verdance...

They've kissed,
these two...

Whether diagnosed dim by glance into eye,
Revealed by an ignorant anachronistic crack...

Mine tongue is thine,
to cant philosophy...

Though clouds dirge black
and talons rake the green to frosty white...

29 May 2018
12:45am...

Time to heal,
Time to roam...

"After yelling sit, what did you say?"
The man chuckled and explained...

Who are you who in all humility
Deigns to be great in your simplicity...

[In honor of Margaret Findley]
'She walks in beauty...