I am made of the darkness between the stars. Celestial secrets have entombed themselves in my veins, fractured starlight seeps sheepishly through the whites of my eyes.

Last night I was in Egypt. It was early morning, the sun just beginning to rise, painting the base of the pyramids a liquid gold. There was a chill in the air – making me wish I'd brought a sweater, even though I'd have no use for it in only an hour or so, once the morning sun had fully awakened. I stood at the base of the world's most iconic ancient wonder, arms wrapped tightly round me to stop me shivering, feeling the dewy air wet my hair. I strained to see the top which seemed to disappear into the clouds forming from my own breath. I felt the excitement of finally getting to see something I've wanted to see all my life and so unexpectedly. After all, only a few hours before I had climbed into bed and switched off the light with no travel plans for the immediate future.

The whoosh of the winter wind Sends a creak through the trees And the bow of the gnarled limbs Sends a shiver through me.

I’m hibernating for the winter. The animal inside me needs to rest. Aarroooo. I howl at the moon. Like a werewolf I am transforming. Aarroooo. Its a full moon. It’s time to hibernate. It’s time to sleep. Rest little monster. It’s time to rest.

I can’t help but stop and look at the eternal heavenly. Now lasting is just the thing. To get me wondering if the heavenly is ageless.

The roots of the family tree Are meant to withstand The strongest winds And the most brutal storms But when the sun sets early

As swift as wind, I call upon thee Brother Air come to me and give me agility. Awaken my body, as you enter my lungs and revive all my cellular energy.

Cold damp mornings in a farmer's field The way a raven's wings catches the light so that they look blue That wonderful smell preceding a hot meal

Saturday out in a field Family standing side by side Knowing not what's to come Soon cut down from their lives A thunderous roar

Celebrating the rising sun.... A wooded path into the unknown is where am reborn. The trees are my grandparents, my mother, my father, my sisters, and my friends. The trees are everyone that I have ever known. I celebrate the rising sun which blesses our home with eternal life. The sun is the vampire of planets, our ruler, and our god. I dance to the sun which will continue to shine long after I am gone. I dance to the sun which will forever gift others with the ground I walk on, the flowers I lay upon, and the trees who are my world and the air that I breathe. Dance for the sun while you are here, because nothing exists without it.

You never know what sunshine tastes like Till it slaps your tastebuds A mixture of citrus, berries And sadness Nonetheless

Up in a tree hath a nest, Where three little eggs lay at rest. While mama bird is away, The tree stands still with eggs that lay.