Thoughts of a Poet

It is often the faintest memory, the one that is tucked away in the quiet recesses of the mind, hidden from everyday thoughts, that are...

I sat on the edge of a hill perched on a rock, staring into the vast overlook beyond. The skies hung over my head as the clouds taunted...

We live in a world of constant opportunity, and yet we still manage to seldom see it when it arrives before our eyes. We fail to observe...

Life is full of the ever-presence of moments. Every blink of an eye, every breath, every action and then it passes. On to the next. Some...

Tiny prints patter across the tree limbs, as they carry the weight of the white sheet layered elegantly across it. A bird skips along the...

Music is a script all its own and can tell a story in as short a time as three minutes. Perhaps more, or perhaps less. A dialect of notes...

My pen paces elegantly across the pages, as I carve stories into the shedded skin of a dead tree. The letters holding hands as they work...

January has arrived, the month that usually brings a bitter chill, and the first whisper of snow. The trees empty of their adorning...

Autumn always brings a swift chill to nature's landscape. The air has a calm sweetness, and the trees are covered in shades of gold and...