First bounty of the year
A day at the beach
This picture makes me happy! Seeing animals just doing what they do reminds us to stop and enjoy the moment.
Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don’t they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers. Ray Bradbury (via hedgewitchgarden)
March in bloom!
I am sunk In the mire Of his id The malignant Overwhelming Crumbling facade The lack of compassion The words like shards Of petrified bile That slice through a smile So fake that it’s news An attack on my senses Of justness and good Grabbing my soul Pulling me under I am drowned In the … Continue reading #D
Death is always but a moment away, His hunger for life is dark, without end, He steals souls for sport, and holds breath in sway, Wanting in humour, his rules never bend, Only the blush of a maiden in Spring, Touches those features, to conjure a smile, Whispers and secrets, they draw in and cling, … Continue reading Sonnet on Death’s weakness
I hear the trees whispering secrets, laced with venom, blossomed spite. “We’ll kill Old Winter in his sleep, And rule merrily forever! Nobody wants ice and snow!” And I answer ever so quietly, ‘I do.’ The heat fumes up before me, Sticky palms, nervous beads, The wind invades me and my skirts, I blush prettily … Continue reading Bound