Springtime Yearning
As the cold earth of early spring seeks the sun, desperate to be warmed. As the tips of every twig an branch swell to bursting, needing the air, straining to be released into bloom.
Simple Gifts
Sometimes, it is the simplest gifts that hold most worth.
Fog in the Valley
There's a lot of fog in the valley. The cool, damp air can get into our souls...
Fireflies
A firefly could make me cry, as in the evening dim he flies...
