Home again from sea, sand, hills, and inclemency left a memory.
You saw that which man had fought to conquer; for glory and gold stars, and sought to capture it for a moment, nature and man as one.
Forlorn footsteps upon scattered leaves, Encased in heavy russets and grays Suffocating. Bark barriers bar the way To silence. Nothing but wind whistling, Yet a thousand anxious angry voices Shouting. On the edge, gilded corn flexes it's brittle fingers, Coaxing outer trees into the setting sun, Into the field basking in yellow splendor. Blinding, overwhelming, … Continue reading Between the Trees