A poem reminiscing about cold childhood mornings and the warmth of the wood stove.
That Old Farmhouse – a poem
Their Ancient Song – a poem
A poem written with a syllable pattern of 5-7-5-7-7...for all the pagan souls who have lost the voice to sing.
The Turn of the Year
I feel connected to the changing seasons where I live. The turn of the year is an recurrent experience of which I never tire...
Soaking Up the Spring
In the days to come, the minutes I have away from my studies and my family, I’m going to spend enjoying every moment of spring I can soak up...
Daydream – a poem
A whimsical, dreamy poem - made up of three haiku.
Life Unpolished 