the colour of moss.
Have you ever sat quietly on soft moss in the warm dappled sunlight?
an introspective thought on the forest.
an accumulation of words.
This blog will be a compilation of poems, short essays and journal entries about travel, nature and things that inspire me.
a geology of colour.
Where the drying sand meets the mud.
A poem inspired by canyoneering in Marble Canyon, Arizona.
liminal autumn moments.
a poem inspired by my time spent in Lake Cowichan, Vancouver Island.
winter swans.
The sounds of flutes and whistles brought me down to the shoreline.
A poem inspired by the calmness of winter on Vancouver Island.