In the face of chaos Spring shows herself to me. Beyond measure of my body The length from toe to head, width of rib to to rib I’m just with myself. But I can be with everything else, stuck in... Continue Reading →
Curled up in the brown Exploring comfort In the voices around She has six toes If she speaks, hears or Sees evil, I don't know I move her to another place With sunshine warming the grey Eyes curious as I... Continue Reading →
under a blanket of grey I am touched by winter's quiet any movement seems subdued against the coldness in the air so many wish to move so many sit silently they watch from their windows (the geese fly by in formation)... Continue Reading →
Cat Over Clock 