junipers

poem #45: numbness i hear you but it is static i feel you if you are numb cause that is how i am feeling right now empty sad numb i ...

Poem #44: sage sweet smelling soft, feathery leaves grow on a soft, mint green stem: sage reaching toward the sky oval shaped leaves outstretched soaking in the beautiful sunshine while ...

poem #43: fig tree little knobs growing off of long, spindly twigs stretching toward the sky leaves clinging to them sheltering the earthy brown dirt that sits below it green ...

poem #42: after rain (another short one droplets of water sliding down rejoicing, green leaves and down the gutter on to spiderwebs holding on the delicate strands glistening in the ...

Poem #41: memories i see vivid images in my head of running laughing crying euphoria satisfaction happiness despair pulled from the depths of my heart it hurt to rip them ...

poem #40: follow your heart, not head (really short) my head tells me to not hope but my heart tells me the opposite. what harm will it do? none. so ...

Runaway part 4: after much adventure, learning, acquiring guts and changing on day 5 I decide I have learned enough and walk to town and get a bus home I ...

Runaway part 3 I look up at the bright stars and the Milky Way galaxy. The air is chill and the sun is setting, orange behind white, faraway mountains. it ...

Ecosystem A little brown deer With white spots on her sides Gracefully hops into a clearing Sniffing the ground Just born recently Her mother walks behind her Nudging her along ...

Runaway: part 2 Finally I'm here. The place where I belong. I put my NAPA hat on my head and walk towards the cabin. I enter the code and walk ...

Runaway part 1 I pack my bag And head out the door After years of patience and planning I am finally done. With arguing brothers and being the last in ...

poem #35: stars (dedicated to @starlitmind) stars, twinkling in the sky light surrounded by the dark blanket otherwise known as night gathering together besting the glow of the moon who ...

poem #33: badminton we arrive at grandmas house and go to the backyard we each grab a racket and start at first, we can barely serve let alone hitting it ...

poem #32: the wind and the leaf i cry out to my branch as the wind sweeps me away but it is too late i am flying, hurtling through the ...

poem #31: truth it is embarrassing to tell the truth and hard and scary worth it? i don't know i haven't done it yet even though I should i need ...