Each day we're woven into the celestial quilt...
All I see in photographs from years ago is a chance to go back and retake every picture standing next to her
He meant no harm when he requested I take a seat, he simply hoped I'd return to the familiar cobbled streets.
Our remnants cling desperately to that tree To see one more winter turn into spring Scars cling to life that once killed me Never quite gone, it's always just fading Carve
My heart is laden with the late winter's snow How pristine... How very elegant and decadent Swaddled with my prideful green boughs bending low Not even the beckoning wanton gusts evoke a quiver But nigh on the horizon, the rays of spring Proceed, gleaming ever before and ever after Now, that which once benumbed falls, thawed, shattering... Continue Reading →