Mary

Spring morning light. Dew-sparkled grass As I lift the empty jar and walk Steeply down between shadowed houses To the well. I’m early. Glad today There are only smiles, quiet greetings Not the teasing, comments, knowing looks From those who mock and envy joy....
Psalm 84 v3

Psalm 84 v3

Spring. Swallows swoop, home once more From winter a continent away Seeing in their guided flight Wonders which no pilgrims here Have looked on or imagined in their dreams. Small insect life, swept up from valley far below Is breeze-borne food for them around The...
Launching from the beach

Launching from the beach

And so I come to these far western shores Small waves, as child’s soft sleeping gentle break Last ripples of past ocean storms that make Unwonted change to plotted compass course And drive strong ships to unexpected source Of treasure that all must at last forsake For...