
It’s not quite six yet
Which I still find “too early”
The boy’s in high school
I’m still adapting to the high school schedule. That will come. That will come.
poetry, prose, and photography

It’s not quite six yet
Which I still find “too early”
The boy’s in high school
I’m still adapting to the high school schedule. That will come. That will come.

If we all wage peace
Perhaps sanity will reign
Deny destruction

The smoke will soon clear
And autumn’s blessing will come
Scrubbing the air clean

A new beginning
Intersecting new with old
Moving forward now
A new work week starts. What will you accomplish?
Wise blender of words
Crafting meaning from the wind.
Lost in summer’s song.
Awoken by
The movement of
Dreams.