Sycamore in Autumn (for HM Queen Elizabeth II)

I began writing a poem for a Sycamore that I was admiring the other day. They are such elegant, regal, strong trees with a powerful energy. I love when the bark sheds like thick paper, revealing the smooth white trunk beneath. Their leaves are incredible – large, with many points, like a crown. Then I

Becoming Coyote

I love Coyotes. I love their mystery, their music, their wildness…..and I wonder…..what if I became Coyote…?

Like a pilgrim

Sunlight, November

Endlessness and home