I was thinking of that desert night with you under the full moon. The cliffs and mountains were silhouetted against the starry blue-black...

Deep in the heart of the Sherwood I know. Livin' and lovin' is all that she knows. Nestled in the valleys of Oregon she grows. Railroads...

These last few years I planted several dozen roses Putting down roots I look at them and think Why I am doing this On spring days I watch...

Go with Your Dreams... Follow them far.... Your head full of schemes... Hold on to that Star... Go with Your Dreams... Fly High and...

Poems are words hung out to dry images in the sky skeletons of the mind reminders when we die of the constellations that passed us by...

We are all of us only re-worked stardust. And what is that? Particles from an earlier plan gone astray? While we as specks of nothing...

Thin as winter fruit, he stood in the orchard extending his hand, begging in an unknown tongue. I was nine years old. Fourteen years...

Oh, Mr. Moon, Mr. Moon You brighten the night sky With your brilliant smile. You kiss the treetops so gently That the caress touches...

I awake to the dark coldness of the early morning, a time when nothing stirs save the cats whose eyes pierce the dark with surprise that...

Weep not for me For I am not gone To be with me You have only to look With new eyes And to listen With fresh ears I am in the smile Of a...

At the same time that my mother’s mother was poor, women were dressing for balls. Large round mirrors glistened before collars and...

Born in a solitary place, I hear bluebird feathers fall in the field, a drop of water drift over moss, butterflies bloom on windflowers....

I knew playing doctor was bad; I didn’t know why. It felt so good, we knew we had to hide. I couldn’t have known it was a punishable...

The Season joyously unfolds Swirling them about In its intoxicating current And the Day arrives And is gone Winter returns to its...

I found him humming a fanciful tune And put it to waste 'twas the middle of June And no time for crooning As light bores the day And...

Hiram fly his aroplane he fly it steep and sharp he fly it ‘til it make a noise like it comin’ all apart he fly it low and underneath he...