Paths to Experience

Realms of thought

Some small and obtuse

Acute perspective

Narrow field of view

Choosing isolation

Others vast and diverse

Well traveled destinations

Expanding every day

I strive to be the latter

Open mind

Adventuring

Quick Cycle

Somewhere beyond barren trees and brown spans of grass

Colour comes again

Never meant to last

Passing days of Spring

Leading into Summer

Fall waiting in the wings

Then back to Winter slumber

Season blanketed by snow

Stealing all the covers

Half a year in the cold

Coleoptera And The Like

The green returns

Life’s yearning in the shades

Songs of Spring

Sung by smaller things

Hid away beneath the grass

Some rise, some fall still as you pass

Compound eyes, iridescent sheen

Insects at their work

Some below, some come on wing