“Most of my writings seem as though the end is incomplete, that is because the story is still continuos within.”
When I first set out on this journey, nature always had a response for me. This is a few of natures responses because so much has yet to be seen, heard and words discovered.
Paths carved by those dispirited, forging towards journey’s unknown.
Beneath the foot, poems of free.
Hearts weeping ballads, natures response, poseys of solace.
Lamentings of irregular hollows, left by wayside. Given light and fill from wisdoms of old.
