Ivy Daydreams

My tree, once full and green and unyielding, stands tall outside of my window. Red peaks through the ends of her branches, fashioning an...

Time is still for now Dead as the wind Silently lurking Beneath the deadened leaves. Outside is quiet with anticipation I am sat by my...

we drove through long windy roads, passing horses, cows, and sometimes the Amish. I would trace the raindrops coursing down the car...