Roses of Yellow

Swam in a beacon of light,never an evanescence.Blinking in the pleasant yellows, and basking in scents of Honey Suckles and … More

Summer Day

Open my eyes the sky is churning Purples and bluesa kaleidescope with clouds Open my eyes this material mesh is … More

Setting sun,only 4 p.m.On the road, blinded by the blood orange autumn sun. The country road was immaculate,as I was … More

Held them up all of those heavy hearted stones I’ve held their lives as they were wrought in tangles They … More

Crystal casting glassCast me dancing rainbowsCast them flirting with my bare skin, my walls,all that’s in view Cast me a … More

We crack like robin eggs, scattered on sidewalks and neighbor’s lawns. We left our outer covering, airing our damp laundry … More

I keep going, exhausting all my efforts. My lungs suck in acrid air, drying my mouth and throat as I’m … More

The rain is coming down in torrents; the air is so cold for May. This May. I’m by myself, just … More

Clear to the bottom, life emerges and rushes around. Icicles break and float like driftwood into slim streams bursting with … More

In the wide expanse of land, all can be heard, examined, and experienced. You are there with me. I can … More

“If you don’t allow yourself to blossom, you’ll never fully bloom. Be yourself.”- Brittny Lee (dawning creations)

PIn the valley, I’m underneath the crystal sky. Wispy clouds meander above, as mountain tips reach their highest height. Feeling … More

Tugging, gravity overpowered, can’t suppress the urge to stare. Beauty encapsulates our visages, lasting for a time unknown to me. … More

Paint me lovely and speckled. Make me scented to match hillsides dawning in Heaven. Deliver me all across your universe … More

A true force with fury, small dense patches of green stab through tight holes in concrete. Dauntless and energized, lapping … More

I love the smell of pine, the crisp tart of it mixing with the scent of dewy grass. Sunday morning … More

The world reflecting back to me is distorted and upside down. Looking into this puddle has me thinking. It is … More

Twilight dawns. It’s the beginning of Summer’s end. The backs of houses are silhouetted in shadow. There’s a squeaking of … More

The wind blew through me, underneath this naked tree. High on the peak, it takes me back to a time … More

They sat for hours in mosquito, ridden grass, her front lawn. They sang songs about love, songs about truth, … More