Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
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… Continue Reading “Rose Garden”
In dew kissed morning hours tiny cottoned seed takes flight lands among Spring’s wildflowers seeking sun’s resplendent light.
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