by mary1988 | Aug 16, 2012 | 2012
My Reader Sitting on my front porch, feet curled up on the edge of the chair, knees scrunched against my chest, I am rocking. I can feel the cool breeze off the lake, hear the wind rustling the dense canopy of leaves overhead, see a few tiny wildflowers peeking...
by mary1988 | Aug 7, 2012 | 2012
Fleeting Moments of Joy It looks as a quilt, patches of thick, coarse cloth pieced together to provide protection. One leaf. Enormous. Alone. I think of a knight, standing proudly, waiting for the princess of his dreams to appear. I stop daily,...