Roads that call out,

Hoping to be traveled,

Are often not straight, ...

That which lays,

Hidden underneath,

Is ladened with stories, ...

Images,

Too can be deceiving.

Some no longer seem, ...

Renewal,

Comes in many forms.

Even daily, ...

I like curly hair,

On others,

Even cows, ...

Self-clarity,

Comes with reflection.

Excepts on days, ...

Some days,

We need to stop,

Hope and wait, ...

It is there,

The deepest layer,

I must deem. ...

Looking back,

I can clearly see,

There was a time, ...

I too,

Had lost someone,

Along the way. ...

Nature,

Does not always,

Appear soft and serene. ...

There are those,

Who naturally shine,

Without gold, ...

Not everything,

Crossing my path,

Carries meaning, ...

I need a sunflower,

In my life,

To remind me, ...

Camouflaged,

Windowless,

Closed, ...

Simplicity resides,

In whom we are,

Not the person, ...

When hearts stare,

Or silently frown,

I no longer escape, ...

Whether a glass,

Is half empty or full,

Matters to me not. ...

I write,

To capture moments,

That naturally escape. ...

I have learned,

That even with signs,

Clearly pointing the way, ...