Beautiful Photo
Tag: Always Hope
sun on a vase
sun on a vase
from my mother’s home
in the room where I write
she often asked,
“Are you writing?”
Butterfly Drawing
sun and wind
sun and wind
some gold leaves stay
on the tree branch
November garden
November garden
fallen leaves so much has died
a single rose blooms
An old poem still new – always beauty, always hope.
Published in Pegasus, SMILE, and The Discerning Poet.
