Circle of Life
Original Poetry

Circle of Life

The hawkscircled closeas a congregation prayingfor a child;wings so close it lookedas if they may havebeen issuing a silent prayer withfingers tightly knit,and my eyes watched as they circledcloser and closerto whatever animal was wounded…

Winter Wind
Original Poetry

Winter Wind

Alone in the forestComplete solitude.Away from the noise.Brief interlude. Cold bite of winter.Snow on the ground.No living creature.Just nature’s sound. Through leafless trees.I then hear the wind.A feeling of calm.Peace deep within. The sound is…