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
Come, sweet lover let’s make romance beneath the colors of the tempting moon floating in your tender arms entranced
As I walk the path in the rose garden, my senses come alive. The brilliant hued colors of the roses draw not only me, but the butterflies as well. There on a rose, sits a praying mantis, patient as it waits for dinner. The…
The eery xylograph spoke to her as it jumped from the weathered page depicting where the sky met earth for the world was believed flat in this age.
A mockingbird crooned his melody as I sat under a blooming Lilac tree I closed my eyes and soon drifted away lulled by soft buzzing of the honeybees.
I dreamed about a window that gave me the gift of sight each window pane a glimpse into a meaningful past life.