Adulthood

Earth’s radiance, we are birthed from celestial fire—discreet expressions of form, the children who choose you to nurture us,                                   not to bridle                                  our minds.   Instead, you…

Vanished

Silence saturates            the old footpath                      that brought                                  them to me.                                   …

City Winds

I’ve never heard a nightingale sing, but I know where blue bees hide—not in this metropolis. City winds do not speak to me like they do in the forest, only tearless …

Harbinger

I no longer yield to life’s Uncertainties, though I am Challenged by shifting Pathways, my primal Algorithms altered at the Speed of hummingbird Wings, until I seek Sanctuary plunged into…