At times it’s sought out
Others, it’s served up for us
Beauty’s worth finding
poetry, prose, and photography
At times it’s sought out
Others, it’s served up for us
Beauty’s worth finding
Tendrils of the night
Wispy hints of memory
Floating through my dreams
Wind across mountains
Dancing across rocks and mud
My wheels delighting

​Dawn rises quickly
Or perhaps that’s just illusion?
The birds are singing