Winter Solstice

On this, the darkest of nights Is when the celebration of light Has the most meaning For no matter how dark the sunset This is an ending, beginning Transition to revel in And with open arms, celebrate Celebrate not what we do not have But revel in the joy Of Read more…

By Andrea, ago

Loving A Seed

A puff of dandelion seeds Should not be loved For the fact they may Eventually become yellow flowers Those air-light and whisper-thin seeds May or may not Ever catch hold of the breeze Fly close or further away Find a soft bit of dirt to nestle Grow, develop, and bloom Read more…

By Andrea, ago