
The end of summer
has found her
angle of repose.
Magic Carpet

There is still time.
Come sit on the soft lush green.
Let the world embrace you.
Each blade of grass grows just for you.
Horizon

For the ant
the horizon
lies in the grass.

Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.

The end of summer
has found her
angle of repose.

There is still time.
Come sit on the soft lush green.
Let the world embrace you.
Each blade of grass grows just for you.

For the ant
the horizon
lies in the grass.