Autumn
the autumn chill speaks of a coming death arise and awake time to harvest and hope for needed…
the autumn chill speaks of a coming death arise and awake time to harvest and hope for needed…
Life is upon you Whether you risk it or not Blessed graceful courage ≈ Called to shine a…
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The house was dark illuminated by the full moon overhead that would peek out from behind the clouds…
Hot sand clings to my face A scorching wind blows unceasingly As dry as this forgotten land Dusty…
Shadows Where we often hide Shadows Where our fears reside Shadows Where the dark lives inside Light…
Poem #1 for #OctPoWriMo Floating on the morning’s silent calm, in the gentle moments before dawn. A stillness…
From fearful to FEARLESS, is a shorter leap than most would think. I recently read a post by…
There is a freedom when the tires are rolling over dirt and the only sound you hear is…
“Home is where one starts from.” ~T.S. Eliot In the distance, … Feel the pull of the long forgotten….