Winds echo
Through the silver light
Reflected upon the water’s edge
Upon this shore of my
Loneliness
Becoming whole again
Surrounded by sky and earth
Below the dawn
Holy hours
Spirit move me . . .
Waters Edge
Winds echo
Through the silver light
Reflected upon the water’s edge
Upon this shore of my
Loneliness
Becoming whole again
Surrounded by sky and earth
Below the dawn
Holy hours
Spirit move me . . .
A selfish poet
Thoughts-poetry on life, nature and spiritual
Places - Nature - Photography
Steve's body of work spans conflicts, vanishing cultures, ancient traditions and contemporary culture alike - yet always retains the human element.
Author, Speaker, Workshop Leader
Shadowleaves on Lake Ann 
so beautiful!
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Thank u so very much! Just beginning to write on a blog ~ u encourage me!
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wow…
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Gorgeous! 🙂
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