first purple crocus
on white snowy mountain land
breaking through for you.


Shell✨🐚

Corrugated emptiness.
Life is lurching beneath fear.
Loneliness is beseiged by expectations
There was no witness to the demise of dreams.

Today, I'm conflicted:
I don't want to remember you
But I don't want to forget either.

Purple field of love
Happiness under majestic trees .
Sunshine peace.

Shell✨

the meeting of skin on skin
hydrated kiss of lips
blood gorged, ruby red

igniting age old
deep depth
fire of love

lost in translation
two become one
one becomes two.

I close my eyes and dream of winters so pretty that even angels sigh at the scene  
cascading snowflakes softly falling, in shapes of doilies and paper ruffle dollies  
Winter hats and muffle mitts of red, snowman whispers as red sled rides go by
carnival rides and children full of chide, what a wonderful world of white...
A winter scent of magic, white deer and shadowed antlers of incandescent wood
log cabins with fireplaces and verandas with copper foot welcome matts, come in
make yourself comfortable while the kettle roars to life, tea toddler or coffee lover?  
Enter into our little jovial cottage story and stay a while.