Sister to the sun lit paths, And the golden changing leaves. Wrapped in the fresh air, My soul in the sky with with the sparrows. Oh to dream of mountains, And of stretching my aching legs, And of the lakes reflecting sunsets. So do what you will with this, My song for the lonely road.
The lake's large waves lapped in with the wind and kissed my feet. A seagull sat, hunched on a large rock, hiding from the wind. I stepped carefully along the beach of smooth stones and driftwood, inhaled the damp, fresh air and looked out to the horizon barely able to tell the sky from the... Continue Reading →
The clouds are low and dark and they blanket the sky like a wrinkled quilt of white and grey, but it doesn't rain not even a tell-tale drop. The heavy clouds hold the drops on the tips of their tongues like a secret. And below them, the trees, greener than I have ever seen, dance... Continue Reading →
So many things are happening. Not entirely bad, not entirely great. Sometimes all at once, sometimes not enough. Mostly uncertainty, with a few rare spots of clarity. Equal parts anxious and excited. Well, maybe it's more of an 80-40 situation. I have moments of silence, And staccato bursts of happiness, And weeks when I feel... Continue Reading →