Ebb
Original Poetry

Ebb

Post-Magic: I am emptied like a discarded shellno longer do I hold and mystery of growingin my safe embrace,that which I held has up and gonefledged This is how it isonce the flow of magic…

Autumn Dreams
Original Poetry

Autumn Dreams

Sweet melancholy, hangs in the air, visions of colors and dance.Wild lands, mountains, rivers to cross.Not yet! No! Take that chance.Crisp smelling leaves fall to the ground, gliding through the woods.Adventures, new chances, the ominous…

River Dancer
Original Poetry

River Dancer

When I laid upon river stones,using rocks as a pillow,the river sang tome a song,and I rested; comforted by the musicof the wildas crows danced and sang around me.Little chipmunks and squirrelsrunning across logs,catching a…