Poetry

Amber & Oak

I. Swelling hour, ebbing light, dusk to night —deep and deeper still—   Stealing light as May’s shifting breeze   Steals sound: still and deep and silent.                 Still in swelling hour’s silent depths                 May’s maternal night shelters                … Read More ›

In Celebration of World Poetry Day

Swelling Hour Swelling hour, ebbing light Dusk of night—deep and deeper still, Stealing light as May’s shifting breeze Steals sound: still and deep and silent. Still in swelling hour’s silent depths May’s maternal night shelters The fugitives of ebbing light…. Read More ›