For what does one hear while warm as a king but the melody of the coming spring...
Chasing the Sun
I spend my days chasing the sun...
The Edge of All We Know
Minutiae who play guardian at the edge of all we know...
A Waiting in the Seaside Mist
The river is faithful...
It is sometimes no wonder whatsoever that my breath is bated and my words spared
I Pray the Sun Will Rise
For now, my heart will sleep as I pray the Lord my soul to keep, should I die before I wake, let it be for another rain's sake
I Got Away Today (Gilded Hills) – Revisited
I meandered and digressed as I made my way North//Discovered some gilded hills, and a smile//And it was all made just for me
Heart of Gold
A heart made of gold is a heavy thing to bear But of naught else would I have mine crafted Wood decays and burns, at all else would tear Stones unrefined are but elder hearts drafted Diamonds won't break, neither can they be reshaped Stars glow conflagrant and never could be tamed Of the precious metals, many... Continue Reading →
Every Bird and Branch
Even the plants on my windowsill stand a fair bit taller and more proud, emboldened by their addition to the polychromatic symphony. Mayhaps that is the secret to living well - seeing the morning sun.