I gather my words from the depths of heart, allowing emotion to cross […]
Breathe. Plant your heart seeds in fertile soil, and let them bloom ‘neath […]
I picture your smile amidst the swirling snow, one that made the view […]
I felt, the tender stroke of autumn in the palm of my hand, […]
And I have watched a bobbing sycamore tree, whispering, secrets beneath, the flaxen […]
There is a reason for trembling trees in the wind they are soiled […]