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 lovers.

I’ve written a Poem after a long while…… hope u like it!

Hold your nerve,take a deep breathe & get ready to rock the floor.