road
Day 1297, thoughts.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Its the dirt road
at my house
in the morning
that I drive
on
~
where they stare
at me
each day
~
if I stop
to look closer
they run
cowardly
~
like sheep
Day 1288, holes.
Day's pictures, Poetry
My road
to the world
and home
is poorly paved
~
I filled some holes
but they are hard to avoid
and soon
show their true depth
again
~
now
I descend in them
slowly
to spare my nerves
Day 1283, a road.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I see
the road
is straight
and well lit
but dark
~
it does not
scare me
but
I wont go
that way
~
I stay here
in the shadow
Day 1057, a new track.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A road, lost in a vast landscape, under just fallen snow.
On a morning where the world still sleeps,
and an early sun draws shadows on the hills.
I see this all, smell the cold air, and walk in careful silence towards my destination,
where a white shroud is brushed away in thoughtful patterns.
The night is gone, we role forwards to make a new track and find soil.
Nochrisis
Day 1001, haze erodes.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A dark, heavy haze hangs over,
the divided road we follow.
A road that turns with every step.
And Unpaved roads do follow,
follow with the movement, tide of unfamiliar times.
At last with every step on unpaved road
the darkness turns and haze erodes.
Nochrisis
Day 719, no way out.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The worn-out road going home.
Where dark clouds gather above.
Drifting slowly in opposite way’s.
Pulling me in and pouring me out.
Day 608
Day's pictures
Nochrisis 