The Love of a Grandfather Clock

Tick tock. Tick tock. The hand of the clock methodically chants as it reminds me that time has passed. And too much so. The wind and the rain sweep through the meadows, creeks dry as the summer sun creeps into the soul of the earth. Life falls to the ground with the auburn autumn leaves,…

Angelic Beauty- Wings of Flight

Though stranded to a range of our own, and never to know the shape of a tree grown. The life that found and took us in, is simply angelic. The most greed to embrace our kind, is innocent at its seed of mind. More warmth, food, get closer. Until a cherished egg of life crumbles,…