Musings of a Water Nymph

Unfinished poems are: A moment, not seized, That passed too soon; Inspiration drowned out By responsibilities of life; A silent b...

Weary warrior, Return to your lover. Release your anxieties As you frolic in her fury Or bask on her beaches. Let the adult die, ...

Sunrise awakens the sleeping night, Transforming crystal to topaz & tourmaline. Silent snow becomes the perfect frame As Michelan...

The fires of the sun, racing across the sky, Whisper to my heart like an intimate secret between lovers-- As if I alone awake to the mo...

Smoke in the trees arise As a token of our sacrifice To the great Goddess, Who blesses with surf so ceaseless. Faith once broken by...

Like a phoenix, I arise. With riparian feathers, I fly. Let anxieties now die As I taste my River high. And while my face may belie...

All the demons behave As I fade into her wave. So surf, sink, or swim-- I'd sooner fall at her whim Than stand with those who h...