Musings.

The experience in the moment with nature brings all manner of inner stirrings. The wind caressing my cheek is fluttering the leaves of a eucalyptus.


Ripples in tide pools move through my heart, a poem moves as

I step across a small crevice, a verse as I meander through a rainforest.


I am immersed….. in all manner of creation…..

Verse 1.

Verse 2.

Poetry