The little bird that flies beneath the puffed up sky owns the gift of life and the pleasure of God’s eye.Read more "The Little Bird that Flies"
That bird’s reflection seems to wave and wing from other worlds a ripple fold of ancient hope and crystaled good (though far away)Read more "Reflections"
They skip by tripping over water extending beaks like legs in dance, then twirling upward on the windsea borne along till touch again – They twist in wind gusts, dip in wave troughs beaks catch darts of silver sleeks. freespin breezeward, riding wing sails. Sky swirl dancers of the seaRead more "Feather Step"