the sign read: this universe is closed detour through the rainbow choose a hue adjust your aura deposit your earthly treasures at the rainbow's end no baggage permitted in the next realm
Poetry ~ The Next Realm
Poetry ~ Winter’s Road
‘Winter Landscape’, 1885
I shadow the falling sun as I travel winter's road chasing daylight into twilight where a frozen river flows the stark forest stands vigil frozen sentinels frame my view the last of light on winter's road beckons in muted hues twilight is upon me as I round the final bend and in a spell of longing I reflect on winter's end I have traveled winter's road through all the seasons of my life with no regrets I cross the river and recede into the light
Poetry ~ The Shape of Sorrow
my sorrow is hollow in a heart that echoes with the sound of tears and laughter of what was and what will never be
