A fire burns low in the hearth, emitting a deep, velvety red glow that swaddles the room in shadows and warmth. Across from the hearth sits an oversized but broken in dark brown leather couch, now appearing nearly black as a silhouette, guarded on either side by knotted wood side-tables topped with a glass of... Continue Reading →
Imagination isn’t a number.
On the portico in the rain Here, each drop feels the same And I'm the one to blame Count them: one, two, three, four, blame I get so stuck on the shelf But you can't read a placid blue I can't decide what to choose Count the other books, too This... Continue Reading →
Catch Me If You Can
I have this saying: "The older I get, the younger I realize I am." I want the fairytales and I want green eggs and ham I want to sing "Mary Had a Little Lamb" And sometimes, for a snack, I get out my milk and grahams But sometimes, the world looks down on me And I... Continue Reading →
December Rose 