The Whispering Trees

When the breeze of a cool March afternoon intertwines with the warmth of the sun’s rays and dancing a seductive waltz they glide along the tree tops caressing the leaves as they go, they awake them, the trees. It is on days like these that I feel it the most, the whispers, the soft voices…

There Was a Time

There was a time when the air was winged with desire and the soil was seeded with love and the water was infused with passion. In my eyes the seasons changed turning from emerald to copper to gray. In my heart the seasons drained away, taking with their running waters, it’s love. The great gray…

Night before sunset

The breeze wraps itself around me like a ribbon, it tickles my face with my hair, and brings smells of foreign properties, that send goosebumps down my back. Lights that I see in the dark twinkle from far away and get stronger. The sky ranges from gray to pastel blue as the night sets in…

The Great Tree Speaks

You followed the hidden path through the forest, the small ground plants touch your skin, some trying to hold you back others scratching your legs. Twigs break in quick crackling noises under your boots, the moist soil grabs on to the bottom of your shoes and continues with you as you walk. Baby trees as…