Winter Sparrow I still remember the ruckus you made,flittering around the house on those little legs of yours. Your vain…
If the light were brighter, flowers would fold. Buds are, after all, most loved by bees. And there’s more nectar…
A ray of sun True sunshine cracked the boards, Touched my irritated wet feet. Swift blooms sang with green crowds, …
A WEAPON I CALL HOPE Time, I say, is always precious.It may be time to give up,time to leave, time…
Over a Cup of Coffee Didn’t you see?It was right there,a tiny white hearton our chocolate brown coffee,like an exclamation…
