These little beauties homegrown rascals hang their heads up high tossing petal smirks at impending Old Man Winter They keep summer near close at hand…
These little beauties homegrown rascals hang their heads up high tossing petal smirks at impending Old Man Winter They keep summer near close at hand…
She shows up like a slim Mae West wearing fringes and boots ten shades gone is the ingenue beneath a plethora of wild ringlets her…
Smother me in Greenpeace sleep your autumn kisses returning soon delving into Indian Summer as the Monarchs return golden orange treasures take flight as the…
There was a time when evening lay easily upon the thread of time. When she and I would sit high atop castle walls surveying the…
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…
In the picture they are sharing the world between the two of them she is holding it in her outstretched arms they stare at the…
“April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.” — T.S. Eliot…
The ashen forest sits silently waiting – full of dead, brittle trees a place that life has abandoned… A coyote steals across and disappears into its…