that Fox,sneaky and sleek, look, he has left us a treat that Fox, sly and neat, slinking through on nimble feet that Fox, he peeks through our cracks, always seeking to erase his tracks that Fox, it is his life, cursing us with a time of strife ms. Crow, calling over our head, warning of… Continue reading that Fox
Winter. She died this morning on her daily walk and went to her own little paradise. With the scent of a bloom, the face of a flower, the warmth of the sun, the sounds of nature. She was glitter and cold, beauty and grace. Laid to rest in spring, among the trees, under a soft… Continue reading Winter
Guardian angel in check planting kisses through sweet pecks. Wings wrapped around her soul. Pain no longer taking its toll. Green soft feathers of strength. Cruel pain healed in a wink. Now, she’s sending her prayers on golden threads. Spreading blessings upon our heads.
laying on my pillow watching out my window trees tall and bare, swaying in the air.