We were exploring one of the Gulf Islands last fall and came across
some very old petroglyphs, barely distinguishable so worn they were,
but very evocative in an open glade, surrounded by cedars …
PETROGLYPHS
the grief and pain 
of a generation
who danced their ending
among these cedars
heartbreak carved
in rock
in a forest glade
leaving footprints
to be read
by descendants
I come listen
and take their experience
into my own silence
To Bethlehem: ‘This little book is delightful, full of … poems on this timeless subject. … the most fun is the little prose vignettes of the common people in the Christ-child story. The slave who looks after the wise men’s camels, or the overworked maid at the inn who has to fetch water for the birth, and many more. A lovely gift for the reader on your Christmas list!’ Rosalind Adams. Available from Amazon and Kindle.
