
time caresses her gently
time caresses her gently
one look, and she came undone
hot pink petals
this song: Most People Are Good by Luke Bryan
dreaming on a little side porch
fig newtons and hot tea
saturday mornings with friends
this book: The Journal 1837–1861 by Henry David Thoreau
dinner on a blue and white farm table
ice cream for the pup
hearty wildflowers and herbs on the edge of the forest
reading under light blankets at midnight
and this song: Hello It’s Me by Todd Rundgren
the tenderness of tiny blue flowers and the velvet touch of petunias, offer sprigs of happiness
with their erratic flight and soft buzzing she was hypnotized by the bees
in her heart she was a wild and feral thing
i see you clearly when i close my eyes