You are so lovely
In your vulnerability
Letting go so freely
As your vivid colors
Slowly fade and fall
Gently at my feet

Aromas of hickory
Cinnamon and clove
Wrap me in a warm
Blanket of memories
That have hibernated
For far too long

Your kiss as crisp
And delicious as
A ripened red apple
Awakens my spirit
Invigorates my soul
And welcomes me home


Whenever I feel blue, I start breathing again – L. Frank Baum

(Picture courtesy of Pinterest)



The sky is my muse,
Painted in blue, gray
And alabastar hues,
Until the sun
Takes it’s last breaths.
Then she is golden.


“We do not see things as they are, we see things as we are.” – Anais Nin



What I thought
I wanted
What i thought
I needed
Was just a mirage
In the desert
Of a deserted heart


Be grateful for the things you don’t have that you don’t want.” – Bob Dylan


(Photo by – Álvaro Sánchez-Montañés)



This magnificent view,
Drifts slowly across the plains of my soul.
Forever captured,
A moment of grace
Splendid in it’s glorious perfection.
Don’t you know,
That none of this
Would exist without you?


“And in that moment, I swear we were infinite” – Stephen Chbosky