Tender happy weedlets are iced with frost that is just starting to melt. The transformation from cold to life giving drink is beginning, and they are joyful to be invited…
If I had been born in summer I would be beautiful. But I was born in winter and I am iced, cold and torn. Can my wishes still fly? Or are they frozen,…
The silent winter night had brought drizzle and freezing temperatures to the field of weeds. When the weather had worked its magic, frost delicately coated all the winter weeds in…
I carry my thorns with me. When my heart is cold, I layer ice over them to insulate, to protect, to shut down. And when I thaw, watch yourself. Ouch!…
