Standing ground Reclaiming nowhere,safe from human weaponry—quality timbre. Rate this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest More Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Like Loading...
Memory Rusty old Christmas:bells hanging on grandpa’s pine,in his memory. Rate this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest More Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Like Loading...
Twirl In a pleated skirt,a woman of the fifties—the umbrella tree. Rate this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest More Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Like Loading...
Rain Rain drenches parched land,filling spaces between breaths;gaps in pine needles. Rate this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest More Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Like Loading...
Silent voices Cats can speak volumes;the lift of a single paw:worship me human. Rate this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest More Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Like Loading...