Category: poems

starkissed lovers
bolt and blossom
spiraling upwards
looking for anything
to hold on to

My life is a waterfall.

I was One.
Now, for better and worse
I am a droplet, silhouetted
against the sky.

When I hit the pool below
I will be Home.

the sky may look bleak
as it does in early winter

but I saw the great horned owl

we caught the few moments of sunshine together
right after the snow pellets fell

her turning towards the sun and I towards her
both giving off their radiance

without want of anything in return