I listen to the gentle stirring of the moon, as though hope spreading […]
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 […]