Wings and petals and webs
I watched a poppy flower being born. It's sheath move little by little under a shower of the sun's rays until it fell to the ground and...
Wings and petals and webs
and another moon passed...
Notes from the mountain
Do you do what you do for love?
Painting someone's story
Tueday's troubles and tenderness
Dancing in daffodils
Summer days and the sweetest little gallery
Monday's poem and life lately
The drawer of things that didn’t work out