We are Secrets Finding, Unfolding unto the Light

‘I watched her from a hidden place on high as the wind played about her hair; gently shining webs of gold threaded gossamer~ Her fingers held flowers the way lovers embrace, moving through the forest like an enchanting lullaby~ Walking into the light, as shadows retreat and dance behind her; thoughts formed all that she… Continue reading We are Secrets Finding, Unfolding unto the Light

Moments in Ash Rose Hollow

Years ago, I found a sepia print of her in the attic. Lovely and timeless, she stood in her youth. Her lithe frame, gossamer hair and winter blue eyes looked upon someone who knew how to make her smile. A smile, that could make the thorniest man unshackle the taut irons around his heart. I… Continue reading Moments in Ash Rose Hollow

Halloween Eve and the Celtic Festival of Samhain

    Halloween Eve, of which is also known to many as “All Hallows Evening” and “All Saints’ Eve” is celebrated by many countries on October 31st. The three day observance includes remembering our dear departed loved ones, saints and martyrs by placing candles on the graves of the dead. The Halloween traditions of gathering with… Continue reading Halloween Eve and the Celtic Festival of Samhain

My poem- Summer Memory at Dripping Springs, is featured on Rutger Hauer’s Soap Box Poets!

  http://www.rutgerhauer.org/poets/0421.php The link above and my poem below, has been featured on Rutger Hauer’s website page ‘Soap Box Poets’ ! Thank you so much Rutger Hauer for putting on another poem of mine to your already, fine collection of poets ! Folks, make sure to check out Rutger Hauer’s website – http://www.rutgerhauer.org/index.php    –   to… Continue reading My poem- Summer Memory at Dripping Springs, is featured on Rutger Hauer’s Soap Box Poets!

Autumns New Fire

Autumns New Fire   Autumn, …whirls in like a strange angel Its touching is sacred and cold. All gloriously bathed in  frostweed down, purple ironweed and goldenrod; Burning hues that glow in the dusty hollow where the wingless live and have been silent. A seasoned, ash winter will relinquish and venerate to a winged spirit of the freshly awakened… Continue reading Autumns New Fire