Miracles

the warmth of sunlight on the dandelions bursting out of the earth like a flashmob the magic of the nip in the air the winter chill;numbed to learn how cold can also tingle and tease not only consume every warm pore and breath the coming alive of every blade of grass – shamelessly pointing upward

Deepening Colors

the october sun tries hard wanting to keep his promise the leaves crackle golden before they fall at daybreak as i step onto the rich rust carpet the crunching ember below my feet rekindles hope Seasons silently pass by but moments can last forever..