Love as a bud is not a new idea, but love for me is, and in the most beautifully fragile, hesitantly opening in the softest of morning light, I feel the possibility, and the sweet scent of it, I slowly breathe in.
This morning I was whining to a friend about my itch for a change of scenery, complaining that there is not a lot of variety where I live, "nowhere" to go for a nature walk, "no" local trails or metro parks or state parks, not enough seasons, no big trees. Only the ocean. I know, … Continue reading A Walk in the Park
In the delicate petals so thin, against sunset's muted pastels, in the colorless hue of white, translucency subtle, I am reminded of your love, for your love is the whisper in my ear, the whisper of your touch, the whisper of a blessing from up above. It is gentle. It is intimate. … Continue reading White Bloom