Poems
Little Green Cabin at Tripp
a plane ride, a car drive and a walk through the woods until we reach where the little green cabin stood it paralleled the glimmering lake the windows reflected tall trees a plate on the carved table holding gingersnap cookies the soft smell of birch and the warm heated air the taste of the ginger that stung my tongue bare the cool dirt beneath m...
Yosemite
The mountains were climbing towards the shaded sun. The air was so clean my throat felt sore. The ice melted its creamy velvet snow once blanketing the ground. It was hot in the daylight but at dawn it would be chilling. The fires were crackling burning the reminiscence of fallen trees. Hugging cold children crowding the fireplace. &nb...
Chatter
I'm terrified All the time My eyes searching for Comfort in the crowd A warm hug might be nice Someone to offer me the advice What to do when my life feels full What to say or when to have my mouth full Full of lies No not lies Perhaps smiles And kinds– Of things to say What to say What to do I see you coming my way &nb...
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