Steps of slapping leather, on the rain-slicked stone mist like drapes of ghost-light, gauzing path to home. The road winds, disappearing, into a foggy shroud as bobbing luminescents try to light the cloud. Off ahead a shout–of horror or success– a mist’ry trail adventure that you can only guess. – – – Photo by Alexander […]
Read more "Shrouded Path"Frumpish, glummy, deep the dark—looming in decline. Bold the figure challenging: cheerful, lethe, sublime. Gilded light shines on his back, a warming, bellished charm that spills like courage past his head, and wards him from all harm. But deeply still the longsome gloom lies grensome here, and stark, and only light can burn it out—a […]
Read more "The Challenger"When clouds drift down to earth and hide the world in white— sky and mountains gone— the road fades into mist. I wrestle with the air to reveal its secrets there, and often I have missed the gentle light of dawn, unveiling in my sight, the place of nearest worth. –
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