III I ask for nothing Not for you to see me Not for you to hear me Or listen to one word Or agree or share or walk With me Find instead the path That calls your name dressing it in love and bliss lifting you up high to see beyond what you think you…

II In saying Thank you I pray that you do not misunderstand Your indifference and ignorance Has not misled me Or pulled me where I was not meant to go Instead, with your help And the kindness of your anger and distain Has propelled me forward To this moment now  I embrace you with deep…

I Sun light traces Shadow lines down Along my arm Patterns match the trees Towering over me I am the leaf Laying gently on The soft ground Carried by the crisp November wind Under the Inner Sky Where clouds pass lazily Before the azure jeweled sun Where the gift of rain is born To fall…

I am the shadow growing longer in the rich golden light of the setting sun I am the moss growing over the stony ruins of an abandoned house I am the wandering path through the dark woods I am the husk of dead tree standing where the grubs feed and the woodpeckers hunt I am…

  empty pages more than real life all of the answers let air out of the tires make it again but only temporarily like the last eight beneath my feet if no birds sang we can’t hear what they say a lily with the other unable to express by strength by perservence to fill the…

morning I breathe you hoar frost and ice fog clothe the sunrise I watch looking for myself there in the soften outlines of bare tree limbs and evergreens there in the sleeping earth and dusting of snow I lie in the furrows stretched out to close my eyes while the day carries on ~ leigh-anne…

  I watched the blades of grass Dip and bend with the wind The clouds flap like drying sheets On the line – constant movement Wild flowers scent the air Woven into my hair, my fingers I lay back watching In silent reverie The birds sang sweetly today And a grasshopper Kissed my knee Before…

  here is your silence in this room laid out across the tables in soft golden tones of candlelight in the pages of closed books resting now in piles by my bare feet here is your silence wrapped like the amethyst beads around my wrist this pulse that we all share shortening the distance between…

in conversation with the sea I stood with day’s end and listened to the waves drowning in their song I heard nothing else not the soft lullaby of the pale setting sun not the coo of birds hiding in coastal flowers I heard nothing but the beating of my own heart until I was gone…

  clenched in tight fists one moment, the next pulse throbbing beat nails dig in life drips one by one landing on the edge of paperthin wings did you care at all to be by my side coming and going from my world no words trip over my finger tips I cannot comfort you absence…

On a September morning I wake up and you are gone The house is empty still, without you But it’s not in me to hold on Oh my dear, the wind is whispering your name Calling you out to the wide open roads again Across the golden fields Through the mountains To the sea Under…

I realized this morning, thanks to a friend, that April is National Poetry Month. I don’t know who decides these things, or what nation it is celebrating but when it comes to poetry, I think everyone should join in. I make no guarantees that I will be able to share a poem a day for…