Friday, December 21, 2012


My name is Midnight Raven.
My passion is Freedom.
I fly with the eagles and the ospreys.
I sail upon unfurled wings.
I feel the wind in my face
and laugh
and cry.
And in the presence of fear
I soar
higher and higher
farther and farther.
And exalt in the face of that fear.
I live
and I thrive
as I ride the mistral.
I am Midnight Raven.
And my essence is Freedom.

Tuesday, December 18, 2012


Soft snow
Spilling earthward

Sunday, November 18, 2012


wind howls
walls thump
fire crackles
soup simmers
cats curl
dog snores
and behind it all,
rock rolls ...

Thursday, November 08, 2012


He opened his mouth to sing ...
I tumbled in -
head over heels

Saturday, October 20, 2012

Curtain Call

five thirty
the sun has curtsied
excusing herself
to make way for the stars

Friday, October 19, 2012


Golden leaves
And snow

Friday, August 31, 2012

Shades of Today

The sky is steeped in azure
The sun rises honey yellow
The leaves - shades of green that blend to gold
The meadows fade to sepia
And the moon waxes blue

Sunday, June 17, 2012


Loaf the Gregarious

Dog the Adventurer

Bean the Contemplator

Sunday, June 03, 2012


One baby kitty
One raspberry bush

Monday, May 07, 2012


Tiny and wee
And black as can be,
With a bit of white
That showed in the night.

Born number three,
It was wait and see.
Something not right,
Yet she summoned her might.

I couldn't foresee
What she'd mean to me,
That little sprite.
I stayed hopeful and bright.

It was not to be.
She had to be free
From fetters so light.
So she reached a new height.

Now back to three,
Brothers, sisters and me.
I will think of this night
And hold her memory tight.

Third of Four
May 3, 2012-May 6, 2012

Thursday, April 05, 2012


what dark madness is this
that descends upon our fair hamlet?

wishing for anger
only sadness
poignant and deep

Rest in Peace sweet Cory.

Saturday, March 24, 2012

"First Tracks"

Free falling
white velvet.

Saturday, February 04, 2012


Thinking outside the box
is akin to waking up
and putting your brain on sideways

Tuesday, January 24, 2012


Our past is history.
Our present is a gift.
Oh, what luck!
Our future is an empty slate.
It's all within a moment.