The Sentinel


Painting by Richard Rensberry

If I were a redwood,
I’d stand on a mountain shrouded in fog.
I’d be the tallest and grandest of all. Continue reading

Forty Below

Scan 5  Painting by Richard Rensberry

Without warmth,
the sun is piercing bright.
My eyes burn, water and blur
blind and shut. They seek
the darkness and comfort
of earth beneath snow
as white and deep as January.  Continue reading