“You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.” — Pablo Neruda
The lake is roundnot perfect like a circle.More like an oblong pancake in a…
Appetizing aromaseepingthrough the registerinvading my slumberarousing my senses.
I can’t move!I am naked and I can’t move!I am vulnerable.I am trapped.I am stuck.
Thunder rolled in the distance and sprinkles plopped in the bird bath.
