A Blooming Scribe
Poetry, short essays and other work showcased by a Scientist, Philosopher, and Adventurer. Posts on Monday and First Fridays.
It’s a musical thing...
first fall snow
Where would we be without the written word?
I still feel it, deep in my soul; can’t fight it, can't deny it; trying to hide it but it takes its toll.
We tend to think of life as a journey...