Thoughts and things

My Willow comes to the bedside and the moonlight halves her little upturned face into light and shadow. The moonlit eye beseeches me to invi...

  Frost upon a window pane Obscures a view of the mundane And paints instead a vivid scene Of forests cool in ice blue sheen. And though the...

  Flecks of blue sky floating down on powdered wings flutter around my feet and, as I bend, around my face. Flitting among the flowers, they...

  The cerulean vase sits bathed in soft light from a nearby window – Its gleaming beauty wrought by skillful hands with gentle touch. Yet ov...