A bluster of black rooks scatter across pale grey skies,tossing and tumbling, old socks dancing in a…
Snowflakes fall in a last grand finalepiling up in yards and on patioswindows…
She sits carelessly at the edgeof my weakened eyes.I know what she wants.I know what she needs.She flits in and out of…
Walking under tree lined arches
Can it be November? There’s a crisp, crackling chill in the air,and my eyes burn autumnal…
