Plain Sight
Morning revelations, illuminating the cracks along the fragile lines. Continue reading Plain Sight
Tag: National Poetry Month
Restoration
We were wandering; Journey we made, complicated. New path, simplified. Continue reading Restoration
A Little Different
waning crescent moon something new is approaching inconceivable Continue reading A Little Different
Pause
Naivety was the compass, trust was the path. Rain removes the fog, revealing a dead end. Standing still. Continue reading Pause
