Green Irish tree god- choking on some bark
Shower Tile
Entrance to faerie realm, fantasy in rock.

Sweet urgings of the dream time
call from my soul.
The darkness is only a facade…breathe the dirt
and come to the light.
Butterfly
Come back to the song of the ancients,
the verdant green fields of clover.
and sing in your naked body
Dance with streamers around the maypole.
Be free, angel child.
Come to my light.