Inspired by music from prompt hour 8   HOUR ELEVEN – Dawn’s Kiss   The first rays of dawn tip-toe across the dew-dropped grass and leap into my window, flit across the polished floor, slink over silken sheets, and kiss my face.   I relish…

  CLOUDS IN JUNE   a funny dark cloud followed little June down her street one day, as if to say, “I’d like to make good use of your time.”   Naturally she scurried away, closed the door of wood behind her, only to hear…

the ethreal sunlight flows down through the deep blue glass cascading brilliantly across my face i smile close my eyes tightly basking in the warmth shining below soaking in the rays as they dance on my cheeks glittering beneath the surface i crave this it…