Weeds and Wildflowers

Apples are blushing up Falling to the ground as the goats bleat Joy when their paddock fills with sweetness (Peter rains fruits on them e...

A time now, everywhere For balance.  Hold steady, we are  Pulling on the Same side of the rope. I can’t even process everything, ...

This grey morning, early, Eyes open to a hillock   Covered in sage and gorse, Small white succulents dotting  The dusty ground,  ...

For a reason I don’t quite understand I threw old terrors to the sky,  I read about all the sciences I read about the fears and phobi...

I’m packing for this long journey,  Knowing there will always be one constant: Salvation.  Do we run out of time? I turn to face a ...

Out in the near dark I hear The clink of the old coffee can,  He slings goats’ grain and pellets, Checks their water on his way  To ...

Potatoes and apples, An unexpected mix,  Old logic returns, brother Explained on one of those  Long days ago, You just make it ...