A Take on Afterlife
Through season’s fair and winter’s chill I sit and ponder, still. Love has left me wanting, waiting, lusting – quietly and patient. Yet a chill
Steadfast and strong we stand all along – waiting for the maker at bay. Nay he come to demand the sun – nor he taketh
A Source of My Inspiration
Why the wind blows.
With taut backs and tempered laughs, ten km’s – no more. Fate happed on a stranger’s path from which we took our course. Into gulch,