Petroglyphs on the Lewis and Clark Trail Fifty feet above a persistent spring on a cliff too scarped for modern feet to scale, crafty
Figures of Eight By Mike Mesterton-Gibbons
Figures of Eight For viewers from directly overhead, In shapes of eight a dot appears to move, Gyrating to the left, then
her day in the sun By John Wiley
her day in the sun she is warm, and malleable as golden wax in the sun, molding herself to what she rests upon.
Glory By Brendan Faithfull
Glory I find promises in man for the soul, for the manifesting of eternal praise up to a name and repetition of the being beyond
There is no way out of this By Martha Deed
There is no way out of this Music opens your soul you cry and ask why have I waited so long for this?
Elegy for Mother Nature By Sam Barbee
Elegy for Mother Nature I wait with a windchime, idle in wind: Tentacles hanging, each lifeline tangled As they shimmer, glimmer floating empty –
Grand Little Things 