December 2014

Posted on December 4, 2014 by Nik

The One

Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou can’st not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold lover, never never can’st thou kiss, Though winning near the goal – yet do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, Forever wilt thou love, and she be fair! Keats – Ode Read More

Posted on December 1, 2014 by Nik

Letting go

This evening the burgeoning crescent moon hovers low  over the western pacific a veil of ocean mist rising up  to kiss beyond  the mountains – where I lay in these steaming waters – earthly aromas rose geranium, thyme rustling bamboo leaves quiet cricket’s trill…