Restless robin scattering Spring
Bones of air, wind blown wings...
With the solemn grace of night
came the wind and the red moon...
Outside my kitchen window
lies a patch of dirt...
Floral aromas ignite
Sharing one moons fantasy...
Looks are deceiving.
The storm clouds seem sweet just like...
I’ve always had a thing for butterflies -
their colorful wings like the art...
Very scary, I admit?
your vintage...
Circles under the eyes
becoming darker...
A black swan was worried
about the debt slaves...
Collecting more luggage
while moving on...
Shy silver moonbeam
reflecting upon the sea...
To walk down country roads during Spring's...
Neath the serene light of April's full moon...