Complexities of Day and Night

“Vision begins with the tip of a finger” DWNelson's collection represents select parts from four years of writing and a lifetime of emotion, struggle, and drive. Themes like dreams, he runs through grasses and forests in search of love, mostly. The world itself hurts for it. And troubles of the day can often be eased by a walk through a neighborhood or nearby woods. These days of separation and illness bring the need for society to look a new way, to each other and our natural home. Solitude often holds our deeper parts, as souls sleep like old houses eaten away by the elements in the golden grasses of autumn. “I thank my muse, as the sun holds the moon.”