Three Lovely Heads

Three lovely heads turned left, looking, not where they must, but where they may. Two of three capped with color. The third: just light brown hair, up and off to reveal a flushed cold ear. The snow on the path whence they came is trampled flat from sporty snowshoes and tender paws. Maybe, if I… Continue reading Three Lovely Heads

Home Sweet Home

The young boy stood on the dirt shoulder of a rutted country road as an automobile sputtered past leaving behind a cloud of dust. The sun was white and hot, bleaching everything beneath and creating a raw vacancy in the already desolate terrain. The grain of the land stood up to him as he knelt… Continue reading Home Sweet Home