Freckles and Pie Under The Strawberry Moon
Strawberry Moon I couldn’t find her when I looked, at first…. She arrived late. She was wild, a bit frivolous. Coquette. She wouldn’t stay put
High up on the mountain, the ridges are on the cusp of spring. The air is churningwith
April’s sunshine smiles on the world once again and the world smiles back in flowers.
Autumn in the southern mountains of Spain. Here, the summer burns the landscape to a
Under the dim glow of the streetlight, A man walks out of the gas station
One green gold planet hangs low in the deep cobalt night. Below, seemingly just below,
Before the sun gathers too much intensity, we take a walk with the dog to
The day dawns blue here. Here being this corner of paradise we find ourselves perched
The morning came to leave the pristine lake and the monstrous cathedral-spire mountains where we
It was a blue morning. The mountains around us pierced the blue sky like the