Buffalo and Wolf

The buffalo
the wolves

reintroduced
says Man

but we do not
control

the hoofbeats
of the past

which beat again
in red hearts.

We only listen

to the rivers cry
for salmon

we only listen

to the cry
in our blood.

The pounding of bear
shakes
the forest of
our dreams
as great paws run
through them.

We only listen

as the buffalo hoof
presses into the mud

and the wolf-heart
howls
at the
white and ancient
moon.

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Cloak of Stars

Put on your
cloak of stars
and walk among
the rich
and poor
of heart.

Walk among
the tender flowers
until your feet 
smell of lavender
and roses.

Let the breath
of the summer wind
catch the whispers
in your heart
and carry them to
be spoken by
the trees.

Bring the flowerless
the scent of flowers.

Among the starless
be a moon.

The Amber Giant

Hello readers,

I normally post poems on this site.  But I do want to let you know about my latest published book for middle-grade readers (9-12 year olds).

Caroline, our 11 year old heroine, journeys high in the Himalayas to wake a sleeping giant.  She imagines he’ll be kind and friendly.  But if he is a good giant, why was he given a sleeping spell in the first place?

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Find the book on the Handersen Publishing website:

https://handersenpublishing.com/store/p35/The_Amber_Giant.html

or Amazon!

Best wishes,

Giulietta

Night’s Cloak

Night’s cloak veils the land
I stop walking and await
Radiant moonlight

Last week the full moon was out over the beach and the wild ocean in Wales.  I went to a Haiku workshop, and this came out- if such things interest you, it is in the traditional 5-7-5 format (5 syllables in the first line, 7 in the second and 5 in the third).

I just published a new novella- Painting Pretoria, encapsulating the beautiful and mysterious colors and moods of the ocean.