The trees are bedecked with snow, the air is perfumed; how sweet, how dark the sultry fragrance. Forever hypnotising, always haunting. I want to inhale the fragrance of your skin, drink from your open mouth.
Leaves are love letters that fall from the sky, in the brightest of colors see how they fly! from the fall/autumn poem, Step Out in Color!
Music teaches us about lyricism in writing, a delicate turn of phrase, selectiveness with words, rhythmic passages. Most of all, music, like good writing, touches our emotions with cadences that slip in like a subtle visitor, familiar and known before.
Minutes later, below them loomed Nine Mile Hill. Look at that! Not one musher. It stood like a symbol of the struggle ahead. Jack knew what Tom was thinking. It was a long, hard trail.
Libraries are like caves. They are places of transformation. There are secrets hidden within those walls.
Our lives are woven together like these threads yet the beauty is fragile.
Motherly love flowed over her features, like a gentle light illuminating a hidden path
In some real life situations there is something of the Fairy Tale. Sometimes, we forget, that magic is there for the making, and the makers are ourselves. Sometimes, it is our enemies who spur us on. For a challenge is nothing without striving. We admire a hero who earns good fortune, who strives to be a better person, who acts in the interests of others against dark forces that would bring them down. In Fairy Tales, the ultimate winners are good and true.
Nestled in the cabbage leaves, bunny's snuggly and sound asleep
A happy childhood can fortify one against the ravages of life, and part of that happiness is found in books, which become our constant companions for the rest of our lives.