My local poetry group met last night for this month. Here are two new poems I wrote. Amidst Shadows The morning light, sacred in its purpose, writes a poem amidst shadows, calling eyes awake and answers the spirits' ache. What sense sends discovery out into the tomorrows like a heron wading guiltless into water, ripples imitating forgiveness. A peace pipe passed, looking toward the Creator, no pity asked for or sent.