I lie under The Aspen leaves I stare and I stare and I stare Until they become Something else A heard of butterflies flapping their wings Sparkling ripples on a green sea Twinkling clusters of stars on a deep black night I stare and I stare and I stare Until they become Nothing else but…
Category Archives: Seasons
Early explorers, adventurers Whispering the hushed tale of their Pilgrimage from eager heights in poised flirtation with the wind to Freedom of release in gleeful tumbles to the ground, They are the first to fall. – Humbly bypassing an Encore of yellow and orange They rest, meekly brown, on a Bed of silty fate in…
