Time has found a resting place settled in my skin,
My face is full of age, and 40's round the bend...

To Parchment From Quill
(Inspired by the poetry of Billy Rob...

Silently waiting, just watching
for a mosquito to make a mistake...

They saddle up their horses and head into town
Staring straight ahead as town folk gather round...

Darkness fades, a new morn has broken
Unchain the night with words unspoken...

The tears flow so easily but it's hard to catch my...
I thought we'd never part unless it was in death...

Upon natures path I followed green
My thoughts provoked lovely dream...

The wicked wait for me to self destruct,
Saintly sinners, self righteous, corrupt...

Relict of a union
Formerly united...

When summer sun bids goodnight
Winged creatures have ceased in flight...

Stirred the cobble, tried my best
From host of one, to many guests...

Wicked Harvest
Light haze covers an earthen crop...