To live

In grassy highlands.

Wander through ...

Some days,

I walk,

Head bent, ...

Ominous looking.

Yet life sustaining.

Eyes deceive. ...

In today’s world,

Even stones,

Are at times herded, ...

Every single day,

Signs appear.

Some pass by, ...

Strange,

How those things,

Closest to us, ...

Purple horns,

Adorn the pathway.

Silently staring, ...

The scent,

Makes me stop.

Freshly cut grass. ...

The old and young,

Side by side.

Tears, ...

Some things in life,

Are clear.

Yet often, ...

Warm days,

Are here again.

Melting snow. ...

Today,

Let’s immerse in orange.

A sunset, ...

Life in contemplation,

Solitude and service.

“Belief.” ...

Bubbles of life,

Floating unnoticed.

A call. ...

In olden days,

I could stare,

Into the eye, ...

Coming back.

To his house.

After months away. ...

That house.

Right there.

On the hill. ...

Let’s go there.

No trains or people.

Not today. ...

Green is calming.

White helps to dream.

And blue days, ...

Sometimes,

I become prickly.

Hard to hold. ...