Believing in My Beauty

Fresh white canvas brushed with the softest, barely-there pink, soft morning rays after the rain gently blushing my cheek,   single subtle cobweb still tickling me from yester's dusty corners lightly sticking,   I bravely but shyly in this new season ever so slowly again expose my interior; I am fragile now, not as hearty … Continue reading Believing in My Beauty

Lily-Pad Dreams

Lily pads spark childhood delight, call up frogs and dragonflies and sprites;   cross the bridge and leave the mundane behind, big roots spring up from the aquatic deep from where mythical creatures sometimes surface for a peek,     but perhaps the most enchanting part is the beauty that floats on top of the … Continue reading Lily-Pad Dreams