Simple Scene: a poem

How pretty does the swan appearDrifting down the pondHow strongly do the hearts endearAll God’s creatures bond How proudly does the tree prevailDay, night, and seasonHow softly does my mind exhaleNo thoughts, no reason How quickly does the rain crash downPeople heading homeHow slowly walking into townThrough wet streets I roam

Nature Walk: a poem

Walking through the woods, mushrooms a-plentyGathered in my bag, fifteen or twentyBreathing in the air, windy and crispyPushes at my hair, slightly too wispyRemnants of the storm, ripped up and scatteredFallen trees despair, beaten and battered

The Young Man: a short story

He had never driven for so long in such silence, but he finally made it. He picked up his bag of gear from the trunk, slung it over his shoulder, and slammed the trunk shut. It had been over three years since he was here, but he remembered the way. It was almost noon, andContinue reading “The Young Man: a short story”