I am the observer, the note taker, the confidant. For much of my life I have been a silent supporter, a secret-keeper, and a listening ear. But now I have my own story to share, my own thoughts to express and my vision of the world as seen through my eyes.
Between bright rays of light and cool shadows, We ran amidst growing green. Too warm for gloves, hats, and winter coats, Yet too cold to relinquish our woolen sleeves. We found an offering beside an ancient soul tree, Who’s branches lay naked beneath azure sky. It was an offering placed with care, Between two rolling … More An Offering
Bask in this new light, On a planet swiftly tilting. Beauty awakens beneath the frost, As best burns away the sleep of winter. Let a world of green rise up, From the frozen ashes of a colder age. Take to wing insect and bird, Let fly unending songs of life again. For we are the … More What A Beginning
Someone walks this path, Wearing green upon their brow. With a cloak of seeds drifting upon the ground, ‘Tis spring in her budding bloom. With winter’s frost upon her brow, She drapes growing things upon each bow. Warming the earth with her sweet breath, She turns ice to dew. Wake up this long sleeping world, … More Grown Back the Spring
Days have passed since my time with the scrying glass, Yet time seems to stand still within these woods. Rhun has been a kind enough to gather supplies for my journey. To Darkwell I go, But upon a path I know nothing of. The few who have spoken to me about those dark mountains, Have … More Let These Mountains Guide
Upon a gate of infinity I stand, Unsure of these infinite paths. Spiraling away past my watering eyes, A twisting labyrinth of possibilities was within my grasp. Places unknown open beneath my feet, As strangers merge with the familiar. All of it cascades into white as I shake with knowledge, Energy pulses within my palms … More Upon Familiar Ground
Do you feel a little tickle, Right beneath your winter worn feet? Something stores with living memory, Resting long beneath the winter’s gray. Like the fall of a hammer on metal, Ringing in the depths of mountains deep. Does your mind quest to find answers, For something familiar that is now awake. Let the tickle … More A Thought So Stirred
The air seems so much warmer as I awake, Feeling soft moss and earth beneath my form. How long has it been now, wrapped up in these secret places? I’m starting to forget what brought me here. In this natural cleft between rock and bare branches, I remember long rested ailments and fading woe. Has … More Colors of Winter
Hunger gnaws at my waking belly, Filling the now empty space where my hunger lay. Above me dawn breaks upon snowy peaks, And I walk along the icy shore. Where am I to be filled? Not upon this empty waste I think, Even as I move my mind begins roving anew. Then I remember a … More Stillness Breeds Wisdom
I wandered through this sleeping world, Hearing life beneath the howling wind. My refinement of flora bade me sleep and I slept, Only to be awoken by strange calls at dawn. Lifting a moss studded head I beheld, Something out of my childish daydreams. A long form covered in ice ranged before me, With snout … More Light a Frozen Fire
I ventured upon a diverse shore, And touched leaves along the way. Where I went only three could see, As they disappeared round a bend. I though I was alone while walking, But soon found a rabble of traveling forms. No bigger than mice were these boisterous lot, As I stop short of their chattering … More Upon a Walking Shore
