Thin limbs search through blue and brownas watercolor hills give wayto blends of depths and Winter's wind.Snowbirds, it is that time again,and you may..
An angel was perched delicately on the straight back chair in the corner, but everyone pretended not to see her. At least it appeared that way to fift..
the wind blew Autumn's dresses thina multitude of breathless whimswhirled through the sky in somesaultsleapt branches in high jumps and vaultssome tre..
We spread our wings in warm weather and flewinto the salt waves of dusk.Up to our waists in warm water, our feet wereeaten by the grainy teeth of sand..
No one heard the soft thud of sliced woodagainst the mound of sawdustas soft and clean smelling as a young oak The saw screamed and gnashed its teethi..