Witness

Waves of yesterdays evidenced in footprints not yet erased lose their shadows in the gradual light of another day, and I add to them on my way to where the sand shows no trace   of existence. I am one of the few witnesses.   I patiently wait and wait for sun to make his … Continue reading Witness

Golden Beams

Golden beams lovingly reach through the leaves and beckon me to hop on; so far away is the day star yet so personal, this dawn to find me here among the birds before the day's bustle begins, as I walk to pacify the restlessness within. Soon the light will flood the day, cast down over … Continue reading Golden Beams