
pushed by loud voices
driven off the beaten path
to find solitude
pushed by loud voices
driven off the beaten path
to find solitude
a sticky hot night
an open window lets in
the sound of fireworks
falling asleep to a dream
when justice for all rings true
the harvest’s at hand
go be a new creation
proclaim with your life
synchronized breathing
heard before seen on the path
jogger and his dog
first day of July
color finally changing
can’t wait to taste red