A snowy veil on autumnal seeds
Fends off winter with its life...
The cards were unfolded
by petals...
My rose
Sings to my soul...
it exists outside the bonds that entrap them,
and wanders for a place outside eternity...
Yelling daffodils paraded
Eulogies, soft, serenaded...
Certain feelings
such as organic...
I can hear the rain
watch the branches move...
chips fly through the air
on a Winter's beach sea breeze...
There she is, my moon
lighting my darkness, like a missing piece...
Cicadas' thrumming
A golden net of sound...
Camping in the wild
I was but a child...
The sun is slowly sinking into the neighbors...
you never noticed before that but it's in moments...