They whisper down across the field,
The winds above Culloden–
Stella at Tyvoan Bothy
Free at last from city light,
the stars stretch forth
and reclaim the night
in one grand swath
of dust.
Kiwi
(I wrote this poem a number of years ago. It’s about my daughter, McKenzie, and her adventuresome spirit. I’ve chosen to include it here because she has been so supportive of me as I have prepared to strike out on…
Sky Dancer in Sumter
I am running
Along a wet street
Beneath gray skies,