Spirit of Earth
 
O presence of life
I imagine you in all things
Alive in the sparkle of ocean, lake and stream 
In  misty veils that hang on Dawn like  lavender dreams

Secret Directions to Jilliby Farm

Enter beside the hollow log mailbox.
Here the road leads through a profusion of leafy damp shadows.

Winged Steeds of Mist

Out in the vales of freedom
of rippled hills and plunging canyons
there is nought but wind
to carve through the wild horse

Light mane, nostrils flared