Pixel, Pixie and
the fluffy Mamma...
Summer winds draped
breezy curtains...
I thought you were the cristalline waters
In a river...
Exquisite blossoms
Nerium Oleander...
Mad winds throw dead leaves
toward trees that quiver with...
Gravity the adversary of matter,
Many dreams He seems to shatter...
Thistles were born
from a purple passion...
That snooty beasty,
Haughty and proud she lies there...
Grandma ...
If I could call anything else by that name...
Down the bay, the animals have their way.
In the water they play, beneath the sun's rays...
A tree way out in the fields
broken branches, leafs on the ground...
Dusting snow angels
retreat with a fallen pine...