"The white moon" The white moonShines in the wood;From every branchThere comes a voiceBeneath the arbor ... O my love. The pond reflects,Like a shimmering mirror,The silhouetteOf the black willowWhere the wind laments ... Let… Continue Reading
A House Called Tomorrow You are not fifteen, or twelve, or seventeen—You are a hundred wild centuries And fifteen, bringing with youIn every breath and in every step Everyone who has come before you,All the… Continue Reading
Stepping into the Sea You let me, your stepmother, Take your hand to walk into the surf, let slippery seaweed wrap around your ankles like emerald ribbons. We step on the edge of lacey waves… Continue Reading