I writeI breatheWords ebb and flowAn ocean of verseMoves out on the currentTo wash up on the shoreOf your infinite soul

The chrysalis movesin my solar plexusfulfilling its missionto quietly emerge...then I see you anda thousand butterfliesmigrate into my heart.

PilgrimsTuscan reds and ochre huesOlive greens and skies of blueSunlit valleys full of charmSecluded homestead and hilltop farmOver hills skim birds in flightAromas whet the appetiteAutumn rustle fills the airRevealing grace of trees laid barePathways meander through the valeInviting travelers its height to scaleSunset rewards as evening endsAnd pilgrims to the night descend