It is warm and breezy on my afternoon walk. The wind blows my hair off my neck where my sweat is collecting. I hear the tap,tap,tap of a red-headed woodpecker high up in a palm tree, determined to find a tasty insect. Mockingbirds flit…
She stains his blue heart with hers pouring forth in brilliant colors Kaleidoscoping her body’s life into him
Be like the mighty tree, steadfast with deep roots entrenched in Mother Earth Seasons come, bringing their own unique tribulations and bitter strife, much like the lost people in your own life.
A clear, blue sky early morning but as we were on our way we murdered a mourning dove today. Two flew into the air, one swerved, we missed but the other slammed into our window. A vision of feathers flying askew as an aqueous…
Bewitching planet volcanoes spewing forth your unknown mysteries
My Darling, Paris is lonely without you. I haven’t a clue why I was foolish enough to come to the city of love without the one I love. Everywhere I turn, the memories of you and I haunt me.
Waxwing on Yaupon