Braced Below Ground
White capped waves lift across the sea as winter storms blow in from the south. Bending to the force without breaking, wind strengthens root, trees
White capped waves lift across the sea as winter storms blow in from the south. Bending to the force without breaking, wind strengthens root, trees
Clouds descend on the island with the sound of foghorns and cries of geese. Somewhere hidden above sun and stars continue, while below I’m motionless
Sunlight on a wind blessed sea, the earth green and alive in the ritual of everyday beauty. I practice silence with deep rooted trees, letting
Putting faith in what passes I am abandoned, while the earth remains in green face shining. The dark of night and sweep of the tide,