Did I tell you I love you?
When the future arrived, there was dancing…
Our tears spill out we cannot speak.
all the best in all things and especially your dreams
Love’s a labyrinth.
William Stafford, one of my heroes, on second sight captures perhaps the very essence of this gift; a gift we
it seems the sunrise stays all day
It must be magic makes the flowers
Folios line our shelf with guile
When reason called us in its pattern We obeyed as if entranced or certain Marched in habit to its power
Went hunting today, ‘twas me my girl did bring Slowly pacing through lush green of Spring. Our senses sharp at