The Ruins
Walk among the ruins...

Promise me this as Springtime from eve to sunrise...
You'll remember passion's blush as wine upon soft...

While ancient stones carried with snow melt go by
Still my form did quiet starling's lonely cry...

A Summer Rose
Into the garden of laurel and yew...

Gather ye lilies, Spring daffodils
Tie them up all in a spray...

Restless robin scattering Spring
Bones of air, wind blown wings...

How ironic the barren field in Winter
Prevailing winds scattering bluebirds...

Mother light your lantern
For your child has lost his way...

If I knew the last I saw you
Was the last time that we'd share...

Pity brown pelican
Dead in the nest...

"This is the day which the Lord hath made we...
Through fingers sifting grains of sand...

Trail of tears reflecting 'cross the painted...
Thunder mountain echoes a Sedona lullaby...