The Unknown
Traveling your path,
Don't fear beginning or end.
They are giving you
A new perspective to life
And it's infinite choices.
Staring at the sea
Salt pecks at my lips
Hear horizons call my soul
Waves crash without end
Work
Well polished thoughts
Held up to the morning light
Still, some thorns remain
Winter Insects
Where do they come from?
How do they survive the cold?
Micro space heaters?
Custom made Carhartt jackets?
These questions really bug me.
A Haiku about a recent visit from the daughters little ones...
Oops, Sorry Grandpa
My stylus is lose
Grandkids and gear do not mix
Oh well, upgrade time