Barbara R Maxwell 2y ago Glorious Coolness That’s how crisp, cool air isGlorious The changing of the guardmore…
Barbara R Maxwell 2y ago Sahara Dreams She had gone to see the SaharaShe had never been before She wanted to see the sun risemore…
Lori Brown 2y ago WIND The wispy trail of the scud crashing byNatures street-sweeper ready to fly The usually delicate foliage of themore…
Barbara R Maxwell 2y ago Nature Butterflies in the forest Gently flying to and froOn an early spring daymore…
Amber 2y ago never enough My hands are hot hot hot My palm is turning red I’m smiling for the spectators more…
Barbara R Maxwell 2y ago Murky Waters I am in the murky waters of lifeThe water is cold to the touchUp to my kneesmore…
Barbara R Maxwell 2y ago The Scent of Home When we are away or leave We hunger for the scent of homeWe wish for something familiar more…
Barbara R Maxwell 2y ago At Dusk The sun is about gone for the dayIt is that time before nightfall and daytimeA slight warm breeze is blowingmore…
