A Quilted Memory
“Winter my dear would be cold without warm memories.” Flakes fall― a spectacle through the window warm glögi cupped between my hands ember coals in the room giv...
“Winter my dear would be cold without warm memories.” Flakes fall― a spectacle through the window warm glögi cupped between my hands ember coals in the room giv...
Winter enfolds my many faces soothes scars left by scorching words darkness a refuge. But come spring― call me by any name and I will let go of dead weight shed...
…reveals the world in a new light. “It is better to light a candle than curse the darkness.” ~ Eleanor Roosevelt It is that time of the year, autumn, when IR...