Unending
The old chasm finds us, The old circle of rising And greeting Is lost to the winds. Memories virtue remains But its edges grow dim. So...
Unending
First Light
Live Within the Ambiguity
The Canoe Paddle
Gracious Beginnings
Swamp Merry-Golds
So Soon the Thunder Rolls
Days Are Wearing Thin
Crazy Fear
BRINGING IN THE NEW YEAR