In mid-July the heat reverberates makes the thought of comfort dull my footprints trail the thick blades of St. Augustine grass the smell of Confederate…
Tag: cycles
My mind drifts from the still life in landscape painted in oil breaking up the melancholy of cursed rooms to the center of the hospital…
Ah, April astounding us all draped in robes of beautiful cruelty snowing us with lilacs and luscious roses but taking things, once vibrant things returning…
Must we really gird up against those cold, gray skies bag up the hours recycling them into the same old hassle world strung from a…
Between the moss and the sun’s misty rays a majestic explosion of enormous woody trees the vibrancy of life’s core secrets strewn with leaves made from…