The Memory of Stones
Imagine what the stones could tell if we could learn their tongue.
…But Not Just Yet
Today had just begun to wane, tonight not far behind; I gave the still and tired house my absence for a time.
Casting a Shadow
My shadow is that darker form of me Revealed when light, by contrast, helps me see.
An Early Morning Prayer
I crest a hill and there behold, Above the frost and vapors cold, The dawn-lit mountains rising bold, Like heaps of crystal gleamed in morning’s fire
A Guiding Light
I walk through this world of violent winds, through forests of terror with grappling limbs