Pictures of my little mountain bike and hiking playground. Where the dirt, the breeze and the sounds and smells of nature help me find myself again.
Where do you go to find yourself?
And so it begins! Christmas time, the sparkle of lights everywhere!
This was (is) poem #12 from the prompt, The Smell of New Possibilities, posted by 451 Press Poets….
May the sun shine upon us in blessings of grace, may the breezes caress our souls, may the…
Where is your happy place? That place where the moments linger and time melts into eternity. Where all…
Like the fallen leaves My heart lies wounded Laid bare, alone and dying Writing down the moments Long…
This is the first poem I wrote for the ‘New Beginnings’ poetry challenge sponsored by 451 Press Poets…
