Life and death.
All in one.
Where it all begins.
Where it all ends.
The only constant within it is change.
Hazy Sky
..Today,
The crickets began singing
From dawn to dawn..
Perfectly,
On time.
And so the seasons change..
Somewhere
There isn't always a trail to blaze.. sometimes the trail is missing altogether..
Sometimes the trail can't be seen..
Sometimes one must leave the trail and make their own way..
In all these instances I listen..
And follow that which isn't spoken..
To find my own way..
Which generally is the right way..
At least for me..
..I prefer the less traveled road.
Brook
Morning..
Exhaling..
In the wind
Under the swaying branches
Before the rain
And the retreat
The first full breath
Of daylight.
Breath.
