It is the most delicious kind of morning, so lovely it hurts - the kind it would feel rotten to sit inside on. It isn’t just the sort of...

The eyes of the earth blink hazily as the natural world drifts into its bedtime routine. The air sighs a sleepy yawn under which the...

I sit with the sweet perfume of fresh flowers and a blood orange – A fortress of peel piled in the grass beside me. I can always count on...

Loving you is Green, my favorite color. Green like a vine for the way you make me grow. Green like the leaves on all the hikes we’ll go....

It’s spooky season, and the weather follows suit in a perpetual state of preparing for storm. A hazy filter settles over the world,...

I think I hear a cayote in the backyard woods. Maybe it’s just a dog from the faraway fenced in house. Maybe it’s just a groundhog red...

Morning rain is weeping Onto the windowpane. Pitter-patter, as it fills the edges of overturned buckets, And any crevice it can find....

Oh, reticent December. Your intrinsic beauty is forgotten. Your natural fairness is hidden in a holiday. Nestled to a hearth with a tree...

I t takes only a subtle glimpse into the magic of life to take an artist from the utter grayness of the mundane, to the colorful world of...

This just published in Bella Grace Magazine! 1. The warmth of dancing in the rain, steamy cement, and fresh dirt transpiring. 2. The...