Here laced to your senses is an enchantment. If it doesn't speak to you...  let it show you!   The day aches, and I with her,  daisies in tune with natural energies  said trouble was on the dimming horizon. I could feel it...the sunflowers all whisper,    quietly gossiping...

A blanket of dust obscures our picture. Soft earth once your skin, now dusted with snow.   This sheet had layered over months without warmth. However, we are soon to hold each other again.   Then spring will be dawned upon and rains of April will shower mud off your brilliant aura.   Summer...

frustration build and my anxiety with itteeth grew and I was seethinganger evident it would be one of those daysembarrased need to be so vulnerablethe world picks at such sore spotsa sigh escaped and I breatheto get a grip...

It didn't matter if it wasAugust, and the air felt like anoven on broil, or if it wasFebruary, and the dumpsterswere icecicles to the soul.We needed booze, and since wedidn't have jobs, the cans, at5 cents a piece were...