Heavy weighs the stone of life
Upon this weary soul...

I am the sentinel on the untried path.
I hear the song of all mankind...

I've spoken many times before
Of the choices we must make...

There are
two hundred...

Speak not of that which might have been
Not Summer's kiss, nor Winter's bliss...

He sits atop his literary throne
built from junkyard treasures...

Trees begin to dress in Autumn splendor.
Evening air brings the faint scent of logs on the...

Leaving today, back to the place
Where my heart continues to sing...

Curious creatures
are we...

A path to nowhere
the road most trod...

She reminded me
of a lovely orchid corsage...

Burdened by the inanities of life,
She wonders when the laughter died...