Those Who Walk Onward
Sweet breeze after a bitter winter. Faces once frozen stern had now grown joyous with the return of spring, thawing like the river that ran behind the old barn.
Rotting-Pit Woman
Callused hands press
against sunset stained flesh
her mother spits,
tosses the fruit back.
Silent Wind is Thinning
Fiery colors melt above me
And I am not yet home
And by the time I am up
The sun still hides
If I Could Keep that Childlike Wonder...
If I could trade lives with anyone for a day, I would trade lives with my cousin, Francie, who is 1 years old.
Amalgamating Artistry
Living life in the mind is similar to still art. It is a still, framed piece containing fragments of reality.
Tree-hugger
I long to speak with the trees,
hear the whispers of their leaves on a windy day.
I long to gather their wisdom,