Unmeasured

Unmeasured

Seasons never endedThe cycles were oneSunrise, sunsetWind, rain, snowFalling leaves, greeneryFlowed in our soulTime, weather, climateThe earth, the skiesSmelled, tastedVisible, audibleUnmeasured Seasons never endedThe cycles were one.
Departures

Departures

When I’m goneMy mark remainsA raised eyebrowA twirl of energyMore words than Yes’s and No’sMy smile kissesMy hand encasesMy thoughts continue
As a Traveler

As a Traveler

As a traveler, many people ask me what is my favorite country to visit?  I don’t know how to answer as each country and place enters my heart differently. I seek out the unique and the mundane, which sometimes is the same.  The trick to thoroughly enjoying...

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