BOTH THINGS ARE TRUE
STILL WATER
LOVE IN THE TIME OF CORONA
AGNES
ERIC
THE GIFT
IF I KNEW THE WAY
IN THE STILLNESS
HIDDEN IN THE HILLS
PEACOCK ON CLYDE
SCATTERED LIKE LOST WORDS
NOTHING BUT TIME
WE WAIT
WHEN I THINK OF YOU
WE WILL SAIL OUT ON THE OCEAN
WISHES AND HORSES
THE RIVER RUNS HIGH
UNTIL THE COWS COME HOME
THE LIGHT THAT SHINES IN EVERYTHING
SUMMER'S END
ON THIS DAY, STILL AND HOT, FLOWERS BLOOM AT THE WATER’S EDGE
THOSE GOLDEN DAYS
LIVING AT THE FOREST'S EDGE
WHEN YOU COME THIS WAY
YESTERDAY MORNING
THREE MOON SKY REVISITED
SATURDAY AFTERNOON AGAIN
WE STAND AT THE THRESHOLDS
PRETEND THE CURVE OF THE ROAD IS THE PULL OF A BELL
ELYSIAN FIELD
THE SKY CHANGED FROM FULL TO CLEAN INTO UNEXPECTED LIGHT
THE THREAD THAT HOLDS
WAITING ON THE SOUND OF A FAMILIAR
THE VIEW FROM HERE IS NOT THE VIEW FROM THERE
SPRING MORNING
ON MY WAY HOME
MEMORIES OF YOU
LIFE SEEMS A DREAM
COME ON UP TO THE HOUSE
TIME STANDS STILL
AT THE EDGE OF THE BLUFF
BRAND NEW DAY
EAST OF WHITECROSS
BETWEEN THE MOUNTAINS AND THE SEA
CROWS WITH WINGS OF POLISHED IRON
IN A SEA OF GRASS STONE AND SKY
FROM OUT OF THE BLUE
BACK FROM BEYOND
LAST TURN BEFORE THE BRIDGE
IN AUGUST WE TURN TOWARD HOME
REMEMBERED DREAM
THERE IN THE WILD PLACE
THIS IS WHERE YOU WILL FIND ME
FAR FROM TOWN
FAMILIAR
IN THE TIME BEFORE
RABBIT RUN