Star Poetry — Born again from breath to breath, our souls take flight against the nighttime canopy of stars. Death again, it grips us tight. Breathe, we say. Remember night will fade to day and all we know, and all we are, will fray like scattered stardust, lost to time. But breath…

A poem — Each winter is different yet the same: last winter I was in the deep freeze just under the surface of an ice pond when the truth I could not find. This winter arrived on a horse and buggy as I eagerly pressed my face against the window pane with the innocence…

And how to be a snow angel — Cartoon snow hands heavy the tree arms of the evergreens the weight of winter bends their branches to almost touching the ground in prostration do trees pray? do they also feel blessed- grateful for life- inspired? trees inspire me so I join them in worship lowering my limbs toward the ground with…