Capturing Spring

In a field of soon-to-be crops Fresh growth tickles my skin; I navigate clouds swimming Across the sky as they blanket the sun; The air cools only briefly as a breeze carries A comforting scent of new life across my face. At a brook harboring water to its end, I lean...

If People Were Books

If people were books, you’d meet them mid sentence. Were they are- were the ink is most wet. If people were books, you’d see their binding quite clearly. The cover- the one you judge. If people were books, you’d see their title The one they use to promote themselves-...