Time

Yesterday I sat on an old wooden bench as warm as one could Quite alone, there with my hands curled around the splintered wood By the park where the swings sing and flowers bend When caught by my eye a leaf whirled by that whispered “hello friend” Muddled in doubt, I looked around, for surely …

Small Boy

A blue trickle through the open glass, Rustling baskets above hilltop grass. Heavy feet beat out the soft melody, With joyful screams for hide-n-seek. Endless twirls on that head of yours, My cub of laughter, hums, and roars. Breath of cinnamon and almond milk, Mischief in those eyes of black silk. Milk chocolate curves around …

Autumn

Veins of warm colors crawl along the green, Consuming chunks of sweet smelling things, Crumble to the ground and crunch beneath your feet.   For when a certain spice swirls into your new cold nose, And Earth shifts for clouds to house those crows, Ring the bell for summer’s gone so the blooms begin to …

Layers

Roasting red peppers curled through the air as her caramel curls hung around her face. Her eyes were fixed on another small insect inching its way along in the wide world. But it wasn’t just any insect that attracted her, no, it was Pill bugs that fascinated her. She could spend hours tracking their long …

The Canvas

Our objective: Anthony and I are very artistic people and have always wanted to incorporate art as part of our family traditions and growth. This weekend we decided to start what we hope to be a continuous family tradition for the five of us. We decided to do something that allowed each family member artistic …