Stones set down with seven hundred years accrued
are o’ertaken by trees and newer dogma...

Man calling for help
in the wilderness denies...

Wonder at the tallest structures of man
yet understand each disappears from view...

I always remember my aunt
with a black veil over her face...

Sometimes my mind wanders after a young night’s...
especially when undecided between writing a 4am...

Your travel selfies
depict awe inspiring sights...

Why do I connect
with ruins of people lost...

Life without drama even if stressful
where tension arises in the mundane...

Hardly invisible certainly not six feet tall
this storm reduces hope through the hours...

There's nothing easy
about relationships but...

Bold young crepe myrtle
smooth bark with limbs that reach up...

She wore white to his funeral
some say it was the same dress...