In the Solitude of a Snowy Day


In the solitude of a snowy day the flow runs so much better,

doesn’t it? An internal flame lit

leading our writing

from the heart,

from the peace

of our spirits.


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Calling Me to the Silence


I was seventeen when I first started wandering,

walking in the woods my spirit

calling me to the silence

a journey discovering

the peace within,

and yes

it was snowing then.



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Down by the Lake


We can see our breath now My Love, especially down by the lake,

and as we pull close silently

closing our eyes,

I can see the fog drifting

over the water,

as if there is a voice drawing us,

and the trees

are our witnesses 

as we take off our gloves to hold hands,

loosing track of time,

staring then

into each other’s face. 


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