Chiaroscuro (Dark to Light)

Photo by Dana Sanford

In the dark of predawn

I wander lonely roads

no glare

to interrupt my thoughts

only waking birds

and as the glow appears

red on the horizon

I wander slowly home

to start the day



Answering the call of adventure

Photo by Joshua Earle on Unsplash

Poetry is how I chronicle my life.
Pieces of a soul's meanderings
in the wilderness.

Life and death
matter little when
standing on the razor’s edge.

The edge of a word
a desolate canyon
of the unknown.

no maps
no GPS
only awareness
and intuition.

I send back snapshots
of a…