The hills parade Easter’s yellow flora.
Bloomy clouds above flounce energy.
The stillness of the dell refines quiet.
The rush land to landline oft curious.
The tones intermingle in gray to yen.
April known to rain or shine brilliant.
the stories behind the pictures, and vice versa
Lucidly in shadows. Poetry from a hand that writes misty.
A drop of ink may make a million think.
Following My Muse
Poetry From the Heart!
A PLACE FOR PROFESSIONAL & PASSIONATE POETS
flash fiction and other writing
It's going to be HUGE!
A little something for you.