December, the Coyote

In the pasture (Horses are the soul of Earth)

Beneath the C

Still (untangled)

Gems (a poet’s note on noticing….)

As a poet, and one with very sharp senses, I tend to notice basically everything all around me all the time. I focus on the beautiful and the serene. We are surrounded by beauty that most people dismiss or are completely oblivious to. One of my jobs as a poet is to help folks to