I feel like I’ve become lost.
Where New Begins
Sometimes I just need a reminder//To remember where I've been...
As Simple As All That
It really is as simple as all that...
Of High Adventure
At this point, you may be lost//And your cheeks may have lost their hue...
The Wanderer’s Feat/Of Grace and Ease
Pursuing now the wanderer's feat//That, from a distance, appears to be//Of grace and ease...
I Know It Will Be Beautiful
Seeking an audience with beauty//And fighting the urge to scream...
On Wandering
...the old, wizened man//Is steadfast in the knees...
Gilded Stringer
To all who wander, life is their stringer//Each one to their own way
The Wood of Your Many Thoughts
You wander fresh roads... And behind you, the woods grow again and again
December Rose 