Waning crescent in the morning sky marks the slow turn to lunar dark. Autumn strengthens as the green world lets go, heat and light surrendered

Autumn of the soul when memory repents and the fruits of judgment drop into the dark earth of forgiveness.            

A murder of crows across the sky in early light, tide low, rocks exposed, sun creeping through morning clouds. The great wheel turns fashioning color

The green world breathes the last of summer’s softness, while the souls of winter are lost in warmth. Tall grass spires frame the garden’s closing,

Slow the turning to cool air and longer nights. Light on the water changes color, the green world burnished to rust. Weary, yet unbroken, I

Crows fill the windswept shoreline, black silhouettes against the sky. The sea is gunmetal gray, with sunlight breaking through rose-tinted clouds. Firs sway and dance

Lifetimes longer than the age of stone, even from sea’s beginning, I counsel with tides, trace runes on the sky, call ravens to my soul.

Earth trembles in rain soaked ground, yet the sea is calm, the old trees heavy with many winters. The peace I know no longer flitting

The sunlit path, orange-gold on the sea, one lone fisherman trolling the depths for the wisdom that might free you from the ancient snare. Prayer

After a deep ebb tide the sea slowly floods, covering the mystery with saltwater healing. My heart rests between rise and fall, the pain of

Into the wordless silence I spirit-walk the new day, bare feet to ground, eyes open in early light. Shaped and shriven by the quiet earth,

In silent dark the soul rests in solace hidden from city lights. The healing night and flooding sea, God’s face unveiled in quiet beauty. Now

Today there is one path, one tide flowing before me. The greater powers move sun and moon, earth and sea, yet reach down indelible and

Greet the morning where stone touches tide, quiet as mountains rimming the sea; discord dissolved, healed the fractures, heart cleansed of violent debris. Into the

The briny smell of weed clinging to bare rock, swirls of water rushing south as ebb tide drains the inland sea, emptying the stone-lined cove