Bees and Tree Frogs
Sitting on a porch swing, rocking back and forth, coffee mug in hand, she closes her eyes and just listens. The sounds and smells of spring fill her senses…
Sitting on a porch swing, rocking back and forth, coffee mug in hand, she closes her eyes and just listens. The sounds and smells of spring fill her senses…
Words crumbled, a dizzy heat flushed the men and women... The light blossom crinkled & spread as the liturgical threads had foretold. Four spirit stags flew…
I stepped out onto campus this morning, expecting a harsh wind to internally curse my always freezing fingertips, but instead, the sun warmed me for the first…
The sun was shining, her warmth gracing my cold and pale skin (a feeling I had almost forgotten). The birds were chirping, singing back and forth between their…
dancing out of reach she twirls away, elated just to be alive color on the wind, the children cannot catch her try as though they might so she slips away…
The white, fluffy clouds I thought my memory couldn’t conjure up again lofted high above the window of my room. Billowing heaps of crisp, white cotton floated…
Spring finally gained enough strength (and common sense) to break free from Winter’s binding grasp. Spring grabbed Winter’s keys from his trembling hands (they…
I packed my bags up with the essentials: A toothbrush my glasses an old ratty t-shirt a pair of worn out sneakers (not that I’d be needing them). But as soon…
The pen sped towards the notebook page, struck the paper with a dull “borp” sound and bounced back into Aaron’s hand. Over and over his hand – seemingly on its…
Is this what the sleeping cherry expected when she beheld the shadows of late winter? Very unlike what the groundhog predicted March would be made of wind and…
Night falls, winter ends. Spring has come, to make amends. Here I watch, the waking world, from its sleep its blooms unfurl. The buds come forth, bright and…
Georgie Alloicious Watson, loved the summer a lot. For in his heart summer contained, a very special spot. Then the wind blew and rushed and roared, and…
With the temperature at a record-breaking high this quarter, I went out to enjoy the auras of the sun and walk up and down the avenues of downtown. It took…
I love the crisp cool days of early Spring. The barren trees scratching against the bright blue sky. The snow capped mountains crowning the brown hills. The…
The temperature rose above freezing today, signaling the return of my three least favorite seasons, and spring is the worst of them. In winter, my finely…
The internal suffering of all my organs being squished at once is a mere inconvenience in comparison to the mind throbbing headaches that rise up from the…
Sitting on the back porch, the air is cold but sunlight irradiates my skin and warms me. There is chirping and I still myself, quiet barely breathing. Watching…
The crisp morning air leaked through my window. The smell of fresh morning dew on the awaken plants lifted me gently from slumber. The slightest sunny cracks…
Rain. It poured from the heavens towards the ground below, and he stood somewhere in between. Bent over and supported by the weather-worn stone, gazing onto…
The sun smiles at me, and I turn my back. Birds call to me, and I pretend not to hear. Warm breezes try to catch me, and I run from them. Spring…