What Is…

I live in a little wooden “house” in the backyard of my landlady’s home. Between the ferns, flowers and other flora, my little home is situated. At night I hear the squirrels rattle across the flat roof, which has caused me to jump in my skin a couple of times. But that doesn’t really bother me. I often get unwelcome visitors, namely, spiders, and this is where the inspiration for my topic came from.

I sure you all have been through this before.

Water Haiku.

Sometimes music is the key.

"October" poem analysis.

She really needs your support.

A poem about the time between light and dark.

We cannot allow outside influences power over our direction and goals.

In the essences of love there is a beautiful and pure depth in it!