One Soft Ray

One word more, gentle verse, a ‘morrow thoughts sifted o’er bleeds heart bare in wake of yesterday departed; memory nods the piercingly silent ladened air as if today had already dawned and left, one more day dropped and lost the way Haze marks itself upon an empty shell yet sun and soul linger’st one soft […]

The Sovereign

Beloved sentry, alone in your dignified repose, you tower in the distance with graceful persistence. Patient through rain or sun still standing when the day is done beneath natal stars that bloom like springtime flowers or loitering gloom that winter brings and summer eves when sparrows sing. Deeply rooted, older, bolder, veins burn within the […]


Frozen on the tower roof, a grey-faced guardian peers down into the seething shadows of life below. With stiffened claws, he grips the ledge between his still-fanned wings. The cloud canopy covers the fierce despair of twisted limbs and glaring eyes. He waits, and watches the bloodshed far below… far below… hearing the screams of […]

Potter’s Wheel

Wreath of thorns forehead burning with heavy heart in crimson hands clay is spinning on potters wheel sacred sculpting in tears conceal sacrifice of man. © Roxi St. Clair

Shard Of Heaven

You are, but a tiny shard of pure heaven — darting, dodging, weaving the breeze, hovering amid swooning blossoms. Watch as they lift their skirts at your arrival, so you may sip their sweet nectar — and in gentle countless ways… carry their hearts with you into sky of blue. © Roxi St. Clair

This May Morn

As I harvest with my sleepy eyes, this quiet place beneath blue skies, the fading moon now yields to sun, and this May morn has just begun. In misty meadows, grove, or stream, beauty is always Nature’s theme, where daffodils dress in saffron gold, and in mossy forest, ferns unfold. Among wildflowers and thistle beards, […]


The tiny leaves emerge — tinted with hues of inexperience. © Roxi St. Clair

Cause And Effect

Why is morality begotten, and then long forgotten? The entitled, entombed, and greedily consumed. As preachers sin at will, the sheep tithe the till. As the mass media chase, the politician’s disgrace. There’s hungry homeless, and adipose, with excess. The wealthy acquire all, while brave soldiers fall. The criminal freely armed, while the innocent, harmed. […]


His ancient presence, an echo between the alpine summits — footprints on glaciers ago never to see sun again, as well, are his bones… weathered, honed, shrouded in hide crimson stained from mammoth lain by his side; died in their prime, both frozen in time. © Roxi St. Clair