And When I Die…
A poem celebrating the beauty of life and the quiet wish that, when the end comes, it finds us fully alive and unafraid.
A poem celebrating the beauty of life and the quiet wish that, when the end comes, it finds us fully alive and unafraid.
The creative life asks us to keep dancing even when the ground disappears beneath us and the horizon refuses to arrive.
A Poem About Dancing with Death Crouching in the field of brilliant yellow calendulaHe faces away from the sunThat glances across his handsome faceHe was my lover once We have just walked on the mountain, through the forestI gathered tiny wildflowersTo bring home to press in my journalHe posed for pictures We stood side by … Read more