To The Mountains, I Went I followed the path To the high misty mountains, To seek some solace. There, I found myself, Renewed with hope and purpose, New life in old bones.
In Awe, My Eyes in Wonder See Ornate Cupolas, And gleaming golden onions, Spires for miles. The brocade altars, Byzantine architecture, Befitting a king.
Desert Dunes Centuries of secrets, Dark nomadic whisperings, Kept in the desert. Breezes shift the sand Serpentining by moonlight, forming brand new dunes. .
Havana Has Swag Glowing in the dark, Fins and tail lights disappear, Havana swagger. Fat Cuban cigars, Cultivating car culture, Papa’s pride and joy. Vintage Cadillacs. Cruising up the Malecón, Still defying time.
Morning Glory The Dawn stretched and yawned, Dressed in gold and tangerine, Plotting out her day. The sky was cloudless, A cerulean canvas, Daubed and dabbed various hues. A dewdrop clinging, To unfurling blades of […]
Haikus In Honor of St. Patrick’s Day Rolling fields of green, And a raging Irish sea, This island is home. Corned beef and cabbage And the luck of the Irish, I just need a pint. […]
I Want to Go Places! Passport and backpack, One hundred and ninety-five Countries to go to. Another Stamp Been there and seen that, Ticking off my bucket list, One stamp at a time.