there is a season

too warm for this fall
too dark to linger in dusk's
embrace without you--

indian summer : my seasons : six words

indian summer to fall discontent winter


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never black and white- six words

cloud cover shadows sunshine infused fog...

more than words

small voices big words
sparkle for-- laugh with-- moments
when i couldn't-- did.








 



(new photos with my writing students on flickr there's no way you can't smile looking at these... they really do inspire me. enjoy the weekend. x c)

what was is still

what was is still and--
cold feet fell deep reflections
made memories and still--

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...since 1969
for my parents' ruby red 40th wedding anniversary!