Yesterday found itself far from home.
Running from what home will be...

Love ain’t what it used to be,
and the air is thicker...

Late at night when all is still,
I sometimes hear a lively call...

How is it that leaves slip so easily?
What makes a tree want to let one go...

;
Take...

O’er mountains high, past running stream
Where breezes blow and sun doth beam...

There -
amidst a pile of leaves and...

For many years a crow has been spotted in the...
Awash in bitter spite, it makes its way between...

Footprints in the snow;
snapshots of your past...

There is a
Fine line...

Your light inspires.
The troubles you face...

There are pits
Deeper...