The hummingbirds don’t fly this far north and hemlock grows everywhere. But maybe with a little time, when the weather gets hotter, and the storm clouds dry up, the little birds can beat their tiny hearts a little bit longer to take the hemlock away.

Heat radiates above the tree line As the coolness seeps in from the woods to stir our lethargy to revive us so that we may sit in the twilight, outside the cottage as the firefly leads the way.

The Storm Ann WJ White Shears of wind whinge up and around the ledges of mountains. Atop, cream-filled clouds pass lazily over meadows, gathering, waiting for the sultry heat to arrive and blend currents faster effort. Indeed, bend the currents out of place, heat the…

Cats They start as kittens Cute as could be   Then they grow up Cuteness flees

The generations lower their heads as they go to the fields. All sense of hope for a better day slowly leaving their idle minds. Blisters and sunburns, broken bones and shattered dreams. Their children in the yard watch as their parents work jobs. They are…

The challenge that everyone does because of the boredom corona has caused I once asked mother nature why has thou afflicted us with such a curse and she said you never have time for yourself nor your loved ones the only you all care about…

She stands, tall, slim, brown-haired, heart in throat, hands in hair, quietly talking to air madness reigns in academia ink stains and words stuck in her chest, waiting to get out

If you can’t serve it by the slice it isn’t real coffee so sayeth myself to anyone who will listen If I have guests, it also serves as warning-shot across the bow for those faint of arabica heart It is a good day when the…

She’s made of strength and moonlight A midnight rose of thorns You might think she’s got a halo But it’s held up by some horns Wildflowers and willows Clovers blowing in the wind A soul that’s made for loving With a body made for sin…

Reaching out to the far, searching secret combinations must surly unlock some concealed affections, yet scorn springs from unending upturned wells, Human legs destructive in bird nest incubator, Writing intended perpetually for all time, now washed by each dismissive scroll. Muted against those adored with…