Poem #1: Wheel of the year

What does the number mean? YouTube video link. ——————————————- Light’s elusive joy filtered through the trees A promise of spring wafting on the breeze The stillness of moss on soft forest floor wilful wily waves crashing on the shore Leaves turning golden, then orange then falling Foxes and geese and wild winds are calling Breath…

Poem: Spring

This is one of the few poems I wrote pre-2020 and one of the even fewer that I feel still holds up after I’ve gotten more into reading and writing poetry over the past year. So, before it’s too late to post a seasonal poem (we had summer here for a few days just now),…

Poem: Green Jacket

Sometimes I go out walking in my green jacket. I put the hood up and disappear amongst the moss and leaves and grass. I become shrouded in the utter lack of expectation,which is the only true magic I know.