Back Home Again
There are those places in our lives that hold an enchantment. Physical places that make our hearts beat…
There are those places in our lives that hold an enchantment. Physical places that make our hearts beat…
Patiently we wait through the cold. Some days better than others. The snows a blanket of white. Waiting…
in the light and in the dark ∞ we fight the battles and we survive the wars ∞…
We don life’s backpack, to carry the treasures. Vowing to only keep, those special pleasures. Carrying the backpack…
I stare into the mirror and what do I see looking back at me? There living inside I…
The fog surrounds, as the mist clings to my skin. Dampening the fuses, I struggle to see again….
out of darkness  ~ rising amarillo sol ~ lights our daily way ~Mark Schutter ©2015
I posted the poem below in black text yesterday morning in a flurry of free-writing in the midst…
As I sit in muted silence The incessant ringing in my ear Thoughts of This and that Dissolve…