“My little dog – a heartbeat at my feet.”- Edith Wharton A slender long legged woman with a honeyed tan buries painted toes into hot grey sand raises her face to the turquoise sky watching seagulls as they take bread from her hand.
“On the cold cheek of death smiles and roses are blending, And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb.”– James Beattie Time, her only companion as she sits in failing light. Through the open window, a grassy scent of rain’s mist. She breathes in, a… Continue Reading “Time”
Moonlight sighs with rose lips please kiss me
There within fertile soil grows the tender shoots of crimson beets, earthy sweet and frilly carrot tops creeping down into the ground with tangled roots establishing their place until such times as they’re picked and land on the dinner plate.