Of Summer Passing
Down the road from my house, the lake is a magnetic. Swimmers are thirst for water. Walkers are intent, eyes open for little joys; summer’s forget-me-nots. Todd...
Tag: hybrid form
Shadow Dark
Beauty lies not in the barren landscape with trees reaching for each other in the dark and against the whistling wind. Beauty is in wrapping the year and tossin...
Happiness IS
The smell of freshly baked bread, taste of berries I picked from the wild, sound of my brother’s voice on the phone, a hug from my baby sister I wish I co...