Abstract, Art, Dreams, Everyday, Nightmares, photography, Poetry, Writing

My Place in the World

Blurred lines on a highway at night.That one place…a place that feels like home…the place I belong?
It’s been the quest of my adult life.
As mysterious as the darkness beyond the reach of the car’s headlights on a pitch-black night
racing to punch through into the light
maybe around the next bend
that one place…
…my place in the world?

Abstract, Art, Nature, Outdoors, philosophy, photography, Poetry, Seasons, trees, Writing

December Leaf

Decaying leaf of a Mexican Ash treeThere are no horizons,
New or otherwise,
For the fallen leaves of December.

New Horizon