just a quiet soul whose voice
is loudest through life's ink;
passing through this world as
a leaf would:sometimes bright
sometimes not
sometimes bold and wide
other times, crumpled,
worn and tattered.finding my strength
in nature's center,
I allow the breezes
to carry me
as I work on the art
of weightlessness.perhaps if I should
blow away from
these ruins
one day,
a mighty tree awaits
in heaven
to restore melet me dwell among the
branches of others
and be allowed
to grow in
the best light(c) 2008
blowing leaf
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
other writers
people with peaceful centers
or who at least pursue such
