Author Archives: W. Wayne B.
The shadows fall around me. The sun has left and the air is still. Words are racing through my mind. Again, I cannot rest in my home. The shining moon is watching me. Like a beacon, its bright light is … Continue reading
How far away are the mountains? I see them rise up over the horizon. What can I do to bring them nearer? When I was young, I would climb the hills. Moss and lichen were spreading slowly. I watched them … Continue reading
Today, I watched the sunrise. I remembered a dawn from long ago. The fading moon has fled the sky again. My eyes reviewed the dome above me. The sky is always beautiful. As a bird called, I looked up. As … Continue reading
While the sun was shining, I stumbled into a zone of darkness. My spirit sank and I filled with sorrow. My friends don’t see my pain. How can I let them know? Words are not like actions anymore. They can … Continue reading
This is a beautiful day. The rain falls peacefully. Trees spread their shade around the town. The sun lights the sky at sunset. I imagine the animals crawling in their burrows. I am happy to listen to the songs of … Continue reading
I hide my sterile walls with the plants around me. These square rooms are cold and gray. The crawling leaves hide the architect’s perfect angles. I care for them gingerly—they need my love. I have no pets anymore. The responsibility … Continue reading