I Should Have Been a MountainI should have been a mountain,standing tall among defeat.I would welcome all lost trekkers,carrying wind…
AutumnThe leaves are swept upward by a gust that preceeds the onrushing winter. They circle high above the tree they’ve just abandoned, around the…
a silent songwandering wild on a whimi stayed a while to listen into a song sung by the oft ignoredanswers that i was searching for
This guy is one of our neighbors. He is a little fickle, but a fine neighbor. Sometimes he flies along side me when I am on the mower or my bike. The rational, logical me knows he is…
