Think of all the thoughts we think, Ideas, emotions too; Poems and books, heroes and crooks, Our little world so blue; Think of all...

What the injured moth don't know, As I pluck him from the ground; Is whether I am friend or foe, As I move him safe and sound; But what...

Row of cedars along an old and rocky drive, Beneath clouds from which rain trickles; the peace for which we strive #poetry #micropoetry...