Dry Stane Wall
First there was the open fieldwhere the winds blewand the grasses grewand the sun shone brightlycasting its light over the …
Author Archives: Kate Cowie Riley
Beach Walks
For being so open and wideit held me so closely thatI never felt separate from it. Whether I walked in …
To All Who Are Rain-Starved
It’s rainingnot a heavy raincertainly not enough rain But it’s the first rain here in months The scent of it …
The Treasure of Ourselves
Like archeologistswe carefully brush awaythat which covers our true naturesifting through the sandsthat have come from other placesother peoplewho would …
Thunderstorm Gardensthe first real hum-dinger stormthis year, so lovely
Love Comes
Love comes unseen and unheardI take to wingcircling and soaringupon the wind Love comes softly and gentlyI am a flowerturning …
Earth Hug
sand slips gently awayfrom my bodymolding a place for mein its firm supportmy cheek warms the cool grains my hand …
and the rocks have facesand livesspirits and wisdomthat measure the depthof the memoriesof the Earth
a sense of safety
there is a sense of safety in the gardenin the changing ways of livingherethere is a constancya rhythmand a knowingthat …
Sweetgrass
Touch mesee me sproutsoft green out of rich black earth Touch methe wind softly caressing me as I growdays, weeks, …
Weaving the Magic Thread 