Where do we run to in our dreams?
You once sat with me on a piece of flotsam Telling me stories about the ship that had sunk in the stormy sea “All were lost” you said with a tear on your cheek I never knew you never told me All had not been lost A small boy and his scruffy dog had floated […]
Beauty all but exhales during the winter as seen in the remnants of the brave rose.
Harvest in photographs -one of the many signs of fall.
Dawn: you break open my world, give me warmth for a new day give me a path to place my feet and shine a light in an otherwise dark existence…