Some springs, apples bloom too soon. The trees have grown here for a hundred years, and are still quick to trust that the frost has finished. Some springs, pink petals turn black. Those summers, the…Continue
Wake up, even Monday the cup's still full, lettuce rosette-ing up between sandstone scraps by back steps where ladybugs swarm in to die or lay eggs, some say, death-march or birth-march looking about…Continue
On the outside I'm a tree,Standing proud and strong,My roots dug firmly into the ground,But on the inside I'm like a leaf,small and fragile.Just floating on the wind not knowing where to go.Finally…Continue
"Love this poem cause of its imagery. I love the nature and connections people can make to it. We've all done something new before and some regrets and some memories could have been made. but none the less you'll never forget."
I'm engulfed in you.No one can see me.I run and runin plain sight. Yet no onefinds me even in theSunlight. I laugh and Iplay all around you.Nothing can break you.Through thunder and rain.Ice and snow. You standthe same head to toe.I find you with yourlittle friends singing tome. To come play and pretend.One sad day I move away.Yet everyday I wouldDream of you ane me.Playing pretend once again.All grown up now.I go to see,What you've come to be.How tall could yoube? Yet it is only sad…See More