I gave her everything… What did I get back?

A morning in the cold.

We are so often unaware of the best things for us until it is too late!

Seasonal poetry, winter.

I live in the mountains of New Mexico and I love to see the Aspens change color this time of year!

You have pure hatred in your heart.

The year realizes it’s approaching demise.

This was written on paper as a crossroad, & mirrored words.

A poem talking about feelings the weight of the world.

An intament telling of two female lovers.