The music envelops meInvades every pore of my beingThe rhythm of its melody…
It feels like the quiet after a heavy storm. The momentary silence that destruction leaves in its wake…
The half moonHanging in the skyAs I parade in my pajamasDown the streetOn an evening stroll
a sacrificial lamb, I’m not, I tell myself to remind me, so I can stay in the path…
Watching multicolored setting sunShadows move across the groundFaint moon…
Two swans made a home last summerIn a tributary of a local riverAfter my first sighting…