Travel has always been a big part of my life. I find great inspiration from unique locations and special destinations. It’s been a few years, and I think I’m due to return to one of my favorites.


As twilight’s brush paints her horizon in gentle shade beckoning obsidian night, forms fade into the mist while gray earth is drained of all its light. As the Sun falls to nightly death, the Earth rises in waking breath. The beauty of the day yields its throne, giving way to the spiritual and serene, the life that’s felt but never seen.  

-Michael Snow

Remember you can find this poem and several more in Recension: a Poetry Collection.

Michael is a writer, father, introvert, and chronic dog rescuer. Check out what all he has been up to on Facebook and Twitter.

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