There is sense of burning leavesand with a brisk wave of the windthe last leaf is shoved of the limband falls toward a child's sleeve.She prances arou..
The life of a seed is a peculiar one.It sprouts into a gentle twigand then grows into a treewhere many think the life is done.That tree expands its' l..
These inexplicable feelingsare like waves cresting on the mast.It is you and I again.It is you and I at last.All I could ask for ismy love to also be ..
And she stands there on the cold flooron this quiet evening in her house.The liquor cabinet is wide open andher hand firmly grasps the door.She weighs..
Your smile catches my eyein the darkest of nightand brightest of day.It takes me a new levelof a natural high.Our hands are connectingas we lay there ..
A little boy,Johnny, plays amongst the grass of dewas he runs towards his old man.The innocent little boy can barely standas he wears his blue shoes.H..
The glorious sun is shinning so brightas it peaks above this tall willow tree.I find comfort in the groves of the rootsas I lay back onto the grass hi..