Winter arriving
I can feel the winters freeze
arctic air blowing.
...
We each must search through the
darkness to find our own way
steer our vessel to a safe harbor
...
A weeping willow stands
looking out over the water
gracefully bends as the
...
Folded wings in retreat
in search of a sanctuary
a wounded dove looking
...
Whispers of
yesterday
continue to
haunt me
...
God
allowed
us this day
all is in tact
...
This journey
a crossing of many paths
some straight-narrow
...