My little car winds along an open road that cuts through a mountain range with the curvy playfulness of a river. Cotton candy skies have...

Periwinkle and golden orange. Crisp as a golden delicious. Smells like new notebooks, Fresh markers, postered hallways. Gleams like...

My deep, centering breath pulls in dark smells of fog and fresh wood. I exhale and lay on my back, as I wrap my heart around what I know....

This just published in Bella Grace magazine! The wet sand spits beneath my feet, as I walk along the shoreline of a sunset beach. Warm...

The snow day. A sabbath day For a busy world That no longer rests on the weekends. The Lord covers the earth In a heavy white blanket...

The cold wind whips on my face, As I peek out the back window of the train, Into the depths of a never-ending winter. I smell the icy air...

Sometimes you can’t ignore it. Sometimes it is just there. Rain patters on the windows, As if to say “let me in From the darkness...

My boots clunk down a long empty city street – Asphalt discolored and weathered with age. My clothes rustle softly against each other,...

The hot humid air has breathed in your face for too long. Come and have a Kentucky fall with me. You can hold my hand for a walk in the...