Photo & Poem Gallery

Don't you imagine the leaves dream now
  how comfortable it will be to touch
the earth instead of the 

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,

A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period —-
When March is scarcely here

A Color stands abroad

"You can never cross the ocean unless you have the courage to lose sight of the shore."

These are amazing: each
Joining a neighbor, as though speech
Were a still performance.
Arranging by chance

Beauty is a rare perfume
Precious, yet doesn't last long
Youth is but a playful breeze
That blows our way once then moves on

A wood near Athens. A Fairy speaks.

Over hill, over dale,

Thorough bush, thorough brier,

Over park, over pale,

Thorough flood, thorough fire,

"Still round the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret gate."
 

All night our room was outer-walled with rain.
Drops fell and flattened on the tin roof,
And rang like little disks of metal.

“Live in the sunshine. Swim in the sea. Drink in the wild air.”