WHAT NEWFOUNDLAND SAYS 

Crisp clouds trace
Solid locked cliffs
Tumbling towards icebergs
As I walk the edge

Green layers if light
Pasting the path
Crashed by the ocean
Kissed by the puffins

Who am I
To the power here?
To nature that rocks
Screams and rolls

There is a bliss
To heal cracks
In my longing
To understand silence

There is a push
In the windy trails
Scenic laughter
And pure colour calling

Time is cool here
Wrapped in wools
Until we lay down
In the heat of the shores

I return from this trip
Tipping in love
Luminous images
Flipping in my heels

Outside I still hear Newfoundland
Across the sighs of the day
Holding vistas
Inside internal grace