Head into winter with the lights down low, all the merry...
A place I felt at home
Just in a time of balance (a poem only for the era)
If we truly are of god and by “of god” I don’t mean...
Coding vs qigong
There is wishing you had a skill and there is liking to learn it....
The forest has a silver aura
...in the starless moonless...
Le bel esprit
sipping the empty glass of memories - a big, full, clear goblet of red on a tall stem. ...
In rhythm and measure (on the pilgrimage home)
I am...
Little autumn
Life is a beautiful becoming...
Heart of the falling-apple trees
In the valley...
Stitch-in-the-ditch & other bias tips
Dresses are as dresses do...
Static electricity (a memory)
On the still-new...
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