April 3, 2019

alone on a road
moon rises, a gentleman
dances away death

January 17, 2019

midnight speaks a lie
the heavens are not useful
if I die before

double exposure
mist catches eyelashes
extinguishing mountains

orange litters meadow
minds meet on a quest for peak
lost is the new found

late afternoon
shadows on a narrow path
Herculean

wanderlust seeks me
lost amongst the natural
found in all that love