I walk into my day
with unbridled hands
unhurried rush
silver day
tears pouring down
growing old
waiting still
for the day’s forward take
one step at a time
I walk into my day
with unbridled hands
unhurried rush
silver day
tears pouring down
growing old
waiting still
for the day’s forward take
one step at a time
A selfish poet
Thoughts-poetry on life, nature and spiritual
Places - Nature - Photography
Steve's body of work spans conflicts, vanishing cultures, ancient traditions and contemporary culture alike - yet always retains the human element.
Author, Speaker, Workshop Leader
