Late Afternoon
My spirit is lost in the late afternoon, As it drifts with the shadows that float in the air; It lives in the moment that dies all too...
Late Afternoon
Observance
Deep Down
The Seashell
The Human Depot
The Farmer’s Jewels
''Moments'' & Other Poems
ODE: SPRING MOURNING
On the Road
A Nameless Fossil
I Know Why the Red Rose Weeps
A Grief Observed
Only if
Poetry
On the Epitaph of John Keats
Father Hennepin and the Great Spirit
Three Sister Islands*
To a Northern Summer Morning
Flight of the Ibis
Of Sense