When sun strikes on a sudden morning
through a frozen fog, the ransom of Autumn lost,
a glory stands in silvered white, a gleam so cold
that now the tree’s breath shines. [Read More]

There’s a way in which water flows.
It knows where to go without directions,
understands how to travel with ease. [Read More]

Sometimes there are days
when you think you know
exactly what to expect [Read More]

Societal storms smashing stalwart steeples
Built upon the toils of backbone and fortitude
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