winter spring summer
fall
we loved each other
dearly
when one was out of sight
for long
the other was a
lifeless sea
the months passed
then a year
then there was no
we
still love it is
brings happiness
akin to victory
No one commented on this. I am surprised. Glad I pulled it up. It means a lot to me. The seasons have passed and come again, but my true love Tom will only be here in spirit. You are such a profound romantic write, your poems show your love for people and things. We shall never forget our past loves and our loved one either. You said a lot in this small piece, just wish more would comment on it too. LOL Lois Christensen
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
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