The Midnight Storm

It’s raining; It’s pouring
So softly you are snoring 

You are warm against my breast

Milk sweetly scents your breath

My chair creaks and cracks

There is nothing this moment lacks

Together we rock in wee hours of the night 

And everything in my world is just right

You are growing so quickly 

But you only just met me

I am not ready for the morning light

So for now, to me held tight,

We rock together in the dead of night 

As you sleep so soundly 

And the storm keeps pounding 

I hold you to my heart, my little one

My darling son


Tomorrow’s Children

Running through the forest
Fleeing through the fields

Running through red riots

Feeling every fearful kill
Shifting through the shadows

Silent as the dead

Wander as a whisper

Reaching on the wind
Slither softly through the cities

Hide among the searing bright

Murder loudly in the shadows

Of the never ending night
The children of tomorrow

Cry before you as you live

They beg you, please, if only

A moment you can give
The earth is badly breaking

Under heavy angry greed

The green is ever shrinking

Under every thoughtless deed
We watch you and we wait

To see what you will do

How will you break our coming

In ways terrible and new
There is no other home

No place for us to go

If you destroy the one you own

With the seeds you right now sow
The legacy you won’t be leaving

The echoes we will never hear

The remains of a race gone nuclear

You think to leave to us so dear
The children of tomorrow near

With every dusk and dawn

Already polluted with suffering instilled

By your blatant refusal to heal
To save our world,

The human race,

The waters and the skies

How cold a comfort will diamonds be

As tomorrow’s children die

Authors blurb: it seems like we are so set on destroying the world around us in so many ways.. Emotionally as well as physically, then there is pollution, and wanton destruction…. What are we leaving for the future? Does anyone care anymore? Or is it all political bullshit. Or Climbing the corporate ladder. Or whatever your version of hurting the earth or life may be. I miss nature every moment I am inside. I’ve felt it heal me. Comfort me.  I feel it call to me. Do you? Do we understand what we are destroying? Or how we destroy ourselves and one another? This is not the legacy I want for my children tomorrow. Just really thinking about the world and karmic ideals a lot. Are humans incapable of planning, changing, strategizing?

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Don’t look into my eyes

Because you just might see

A deeper side of me.

All you visualize


When you look at my face

Is a cheerful smile

Carefully fixed

Into place.


Don’t look into my eyes,

I am warning you.

You might find my heart

Enshrouded in ice.


Do you see the slashes

From a lovers thorough knife?

Do you see the pain,

How I hurt from the gashes?


Don’t look into my eyes

Because you just might see,

A gentle, more vulnerable

Side to me.
Authors blurb: i wrote this in high school. I was on my own for the first time and lonely and wanting to open up but scared to. 

Mother Earth

Thank you Mother for the Earth

For the green life all around

For the promise of rebirth

In you, all love is found


Thank you Father for the sunlight

And the four winds in the skies

They energize and empower me

So with you my spirit flies


Thank you Sister for the beauty

And the moonlight up above

From within me and around me

They embrace me with your love


Thank you Brother for your kindness

Compassion is your nature

I hear your lonely call

And I understand my fellow creature


Thank you Father, thank you Mother

For the wonders found each day

For the chance to know and serve you

For the gifts of love and play


Thank you Brother, thank you Sister

For your loyalty and Guidance

And the kinship that we share

In this life through which we dance


Authors blurb: for a friend of mine, Stephanie, who follows the natural paths and would harm none.

Rat race 

A star falls

And the Heavens cry

Time Crawls

Its destination for another world to die


We waste our time

With foolish pursuits

We laugh; We cry; We die

So many trillions of identical tin men


We build our cities of sin

Running a race we will never win


We have so little time

Why cannot humanity see

Within this little rhyme

A much bigger scheme?



My sun drenched skin is comfortably hot. My clothes are loose and light. I listen to the leaves as the wind slips among them. A tress of my hair is gently played out across the rock face. A sprig of honeysuckle tumbles against my cheek. Slowly…Lazily… I arch my back and stretch like a cat. He laughs and his fingers graze my lips as he brushes the strands from my face. I smile into his eyes. My gaze travels to the trees towering above us; the rough bark is papery and dry. The leaves are high and far away. I sigh and snuggle closer to him. His arms tighten and he kisses me lightly on the tip of my nose. I smile and close my eyes, floating deeper into this sun-soaked paradise.

One and the same

I sit cross-legged upon the forest floor. The thick ash trunks stand sentry above. The oak are my protectors. The rest are my warm and withdrawn companions. The wind gently eases across my face; it fingers my hair and sighs in my lungs. The faded light is tender on my eyes. The sun plays complex dapples across the thick green grass, as soft as a baby’s blanket. The birds are vague twitters, much closer to the sun. A cunning little fox meets me, gaze for gaze. We never break eyes. Without fear she trots up to me. Placing a paw on my chest she looks deep inside me, only a breath away. Her whiskers tickle my cheeks and I smile. She makes a sly grin and lightly touches her nose to mine, agreeing we are one and the same. Suddenly she is gone. I fade once more into my world.

Her mind

She spends a lot of time in here – I’m the haven of which no one knows. I am where here imagination likes to live and grow. I’m a part of her she won’t forget – The ‘invisible fiend’ I’m it. When she needs a break she comes to this place, this crammed, jammed, space, she can call her own, I know she knows I’m here, for she visits everyday, and I know her every fear. Inside my nonexistent walls she’ll come stay. It’s just a brief while but still she’ll play with the moon and the stars in a foreign land…                        Then with a jolt she’ll leave,

                                                Back to Reality.

But the door is never completely closed, and this, she always knows. For her room of creativity is a place she loves to be.

The most beautiful place I know 

The wind whips my hair into my eyes as it whips the grass in which I stand, barefoot. It is green and thick and it tickles my bare calves. It smells so fresh and clean I can taste it upon the back of my tongue, as heady a taste as any wine. I love it here. There is no one here but me and God, I smile as I talk to the wind, it whispers marvelous secrets back. I ask the chuckling brook where it thinks it is going, winding down, around and out of sight beyond the bend, too busy to stay and chatter with me today.            Maybe some other time. It must hurry, calling sweet goodbyes over its shoulder.

And it chuckles on.

            I bend down and sip from the strong clean banks. So very clear, I can see all of the tiny rocks that lie resting upon the bottom. It tastes sweet and cold like the mountain snow.

            I am happy here.

            The sun shines fierce upon my upturned face. I feel so coltish and giddy! I start to dance in the cool green grass, I jump and I whirl—I twist and turning, spin. I sing as I dance and loud voices echo mine.

            I drop to the ground, tired for the moment by my childish antics. But I don’t care that they are childish. I know the angels are dancing with me.

            I throw my head back and laugh, loud, and long.

            Exhausted I lay back in the grass and watch the clouds cover the hot spring sun. then the rain begins to fall. I love the rain, so warm and beautiful. Each drop a prism. A tiny universe suspended in air before it hits and shatters into an hundred other miniscule universes. The rain washed my face with tender, loving hands, and then run down to soak the ground. A drink to grass, trees, and the wildflowers I love so much. The wind becomes stronger, the trees rustle their leaves angrily—they do not like to be pushed around. The rain falls harder and harder—a continuous sheet falling from the sky.

            I leap up and cry out indignantly to the heavens. Thunder rumbles back. I laugh at the joke and I begin to dance again. Lighting crashes and flickers all around me. The sky likes to dance and sing too. Jealously the wind rips and rushes to and fro with hurricane ferocity as it yells at the clouds, telling them to go away. I laugh at the wind and so does the sky, I sing, and placated, the wind joins in.

            As I sing rain falls in my mouth. So sweet and clean—like the stream. It fells me with energy and it seems I could dance forever.

            Slowly, regretfully, the clouds pull the thunder away to grumble at the distant hills. The rain stays and dances a little while longer. But soon, it too, must leave.

            Goodbye, It calls. Goodbye, I call.

            I am left standing in the cool green grass as it tickles my calves. With the sun shining fierce upon my upturned face and the gentle wind whipping my hair. I breathe the fresh damp air and once more call goodbye as I roll out of bed and hit my alarm clock. Leaving the most beautiful place I know.

Goddess of the sky

I feel the teardrops falling from the sky. They gently graze my lips, a sweetly tender kiss before they drop. The thunderheads, they violently boil, I feel they mirror the sickness in my heart. The thunder clashes, unleashing the screams I will not let past the terror in my throat. The light is harsh and reveals that which mine own eyes hide from. The wind tears the earth apart and throws it back together again. It is my hate unchecked. I twist my fingers and hurricanes tail down; their dance of destruction is beautiful. I slam my fists into the ground and watch the earth split wide. Waves of ocean swallow up the land… 

I blink back my tears and hold my head high. Your taunts cannot reach me. In my world, I am Goddess of the sky.