Unnerving tranquility, the kind where the leaves hold their breath and the wind relents, a hush prevailing, if only for a moment,...

I imagined you a seasonal refrain, a cold embellishment of sopping truth, having snagged her loins on the craggy teeth at the mouth of...

The dew hangs from the heavy trees, pulling them closer to their Mother, the old Earth of love and roots, soil and Sun. I found her...