I want to live in a cocoon made entirely of summer as those curt, frigid winds blow in from the north I want to paint…
I want to live in a cocoon made entirely of summer as those curt, frigid winds blow in from the north I want to paint…
I was captured between the whisper of seasons lost in autumn bliss the pull of school campuses taste on the tongue, a tinge of cool…
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…
This poem is for the Miracle Girl and her current WordPress challenge. Visit her blog to read the rules and write your own story or…
Now the rain comes in heavy measure from a disgruntled rain god after long years of drought and desecration suffocating the cactus drowning the land…
Nap if you will in this perfect spring dormancy awakened just before summer breathes its dragon fervor casting a sunburnt crust over this new, vibrant…
In the sudden, sultry stickiness that is the South walking down Maple Street weather like pea soup awaiting change Christmas carols have faded out reaching…
It is 80 degrees on the 11th of December giving the elves a season to remember The stockings are still hung by the chimney with…
A curt, little wind cuts abruptly stabs full through heavy handed despair sitting here waiting for the sun to throw off harsh shadow bleakness sift…
One day soon, when the weather decides to cooperate, I am heading out to the country to say hello to some of the cutest little…