My early morning walk
A new yellow rose
Tightly held and wrapped
An Irish rose bud
Discovered
Through hints of colors & scents
A memory no more
One
Bold pod
Gifted to the world
Upon the hill
Where my true love lies
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