December arrives, like an aging friend moving along the road with snowy shoulders. And then he is waiting at your…

    The down-drifting snow silences all-- every wasted word every modicum of mindless chatter rising up to heaven is…

  (from Sunrise)   Here I come again What draws me here? Some primal urge inherited from the first father?…

(from The Alchemist's Notebook)      This is my favorite time, here at my desk: the window open to the…

  These eyes Lit with wisdom learned from years Or wisdom of the years compressed As it were, in mighty…

  A single branch dripping slowly spreads concentric circles endlessly. 

    Trace the ebb and flow of time in the grain of a plank, my finger feeling in slow…

  White stone on a mound in a grove of white birches the throne of an ancient elvish king. It…

  The fields are laid to rest Stiff with winter's embalming As the mourning-draped clouds drift Away across gray skies.…

  Sometimes beauty is all about where you are standing. From this angle the light suffuses a delicate curl of…

  These trees against the evening sky, the blackest Friday of the spring, like the man stretched out they have…

    The subdued chitter of birds. The soft rustle of breath through dry leaves. The exhaling snap of a…