momentos of time


from a time past
to a present moment
whispers of tomorrow


spring morning

Spring is a whispered desire beneath a teetering globe, to bear fruit, to give birth, to perpetuate all that lives and teases the earth to push up its dormant hopes and let them sprout and mature to harvest.  Warming rays grasp at the heavy garments of winter and urge them to be put aside.  Limbs […]