Fallen Blossoms

Fallen blossoms, change of seasons, the beauty, though, still reaches through the years, across dimensions, memories' scents forever lifted, wafts of love brush the heart as silken sighs and subtle whispers... Poem and image ©LauraDenise

Water Bridges

I prefer reflections, let my imagination spin and transfer me to places no one's ever been–   down rabbit holes, across water bridges, tour fairy houses, solve impish riddles,   too much to explore, an acre...a world, and I the only trusted guest, the only human at the council. Poem and images ©LauraDenise