Way back in the 1960s, my family moved to Roanoke, Missouri. Dad had accepted a teaching position at Central Methodist College (now a university). He…“My Gratitude: How an Owl Woke Me Up” by Barbara Harris Leonhard
Sleep Chose Me
Sleep Chose Me Sleep chose me To take this walk on crisp leaves Smothered by frost. Colors, thread bare faces, Glassy lattice in sun, Forming halos for owls As shade dissolves into moonlight, Magical stasis. Linger here in truth, Alone with feathers of snow Clinging briefly to crystal, Blazing its fire, Sizzling in waves of... Continue Reading →
New Audio: Mother, Great Pine
Change is constancy. The tree is a tree. It is as it is. Mother, Great Pine is old and cracked yet still useful to time.
Mud Maid
At rest in the Lost Gardens of Heligan.....
Mother, Great Pine
Change is constancy. The tree is a tree. It is as it is. Mother, Great Pine is old and cracked yet still useful to time.