seeing everything traced in frost, gives one the courage to welcome the changing seasons
I will be taking a blog break for a week or so.
Be well, and I’ll see you again soon.
there are times when she’d like to close her eyes,
lay her head into folded arms,
and sleep for years and years and years
she had become wild and overgrown,
like creeping ivy,
and feral night creatures–
like neglected velvet roses
and fierce northern winds
are you protected
or held prisoner?
she said yes
what if she’d said
my favorite artist