October 2016 – The Walking Owl

Feel the Gift

Raise your palms … look up … and as a plant to the sun … feel the gift. Continue reading “Feel the Gift”

Wild hair blows in the crisp night breeze Moonlight travel in the “Too cold!” freeze Throat frost pain in the run to warm Grandmother Moon looks down; no alarm “Where go you child, running fast and far?” “To the barn, and the hay, and the roof hole stars! They are all I need, dear Grandmother mine.”Continue reading “The Roof Hole Stars”

Do you have a special place?

Yes indeed, and you can see it above; my childhood home in Southern Illinois, just waiting for me to bust though the screen door … slammity bammin’ it to beat the band. My formative years were blessed with this environment and my mind still seeks to rest there. Silent walks in blazing moonlight through high-drifted snow;Continue reading “Do you have a special place?”