the wheel turnsmoving from renewal to deatha cycle that is unendinglife and death in full harmony sometimes the cycle ends with crisp coldnessother times its the blazing heatseasons come and seasons gosuch is the circle of life we often forget the cycletoo wrapped up in our problemstake a moment and realizethat when life ebbs it ...

Today I traveled to the stars and touched the outer limits of the universe’s Milky Way. There I opened a magical storybook that traversed the mysteries of my bedazzled mind.My unraveled visions were impelled by a strong solar storm originating in the Atlantic Ocean, from beyond the windswept Isle of Wight. Then within my perceptive ...

Turkeytown, a small turkey community in California, was home to several thousand toms, hens, jakes, and jennies. These weren’t just any turkeys. Rather, they were talking turkeys, communicating like humans. Although, it wasn’t acceptable to reference them as being human-like since Turkeytown turkeys feared humans. Such comparisons weren’t well-received. The rafter of turkeys all lived in perfect harmony. Well, ...

She gave her birth, breathed life into her. Fed, caressed, soothed, punished. Comforted again. She got her to believe in all things unreal or what seemed real. But today, child’s grown enough to be self-reliant. She needs no womb, no feeds, nor caresses. Her own strength guides her, and she forms her own beliefs. Mother ...

A winter chill draws near in the airMaking the trees shiver and shakeAs autumn dawns free and fairThe scent of pumpkin spice as people bake Crisp and clear as butterfly wingsAs leaves fall to the groundThe joy of the holidays my heart singsOf challenges the year-round A new year quickly dawnsThe hope of a new ...

The Chameleon says to her Mom, “I want to be many creatures and do many things, all at once.” Mom tells her she cannot be any more than one creature at a time, and cannot do more than one thing at a time. She has to pick one. But Chameleon can’t. Her mind travels fast ...

I love to be rightwhen it bringsclarity.I feel giddy with wisdom. I hate to be rightwhen it highlights signs of separation and magnifies heartache.Then I feel frozenwatching you shivering. Feeling right,I could do withoutsince it’s not a feeling but a state of mind,And what if I’m not?

O GLORIOUS SUN My skin feels cool, but it misses your warmth. Branches sway, but still wish to revel in your heat. Leaves flit about and sleep on the floor. But every ounce within them, recalls how they filled spaces all the way to the top. They almost kissed you, O dear Sun. Since your ...

I’m an animal person, so any story involving animals is bound to get at my emotions. Recently, I came across a Facebook post about “the loneliest whale,” which broke my heart. So, of course, I had to research this poor creature. According to the Facebook post, this particular whale calls out at a different frequency ...

Halloween is fast approaching, and I am anticipating enjoying all that comes with it. Cool, crisp days. Leaves splashed with orange, red, and yellow colors—bonfires, pumpkins, roasting marshmallows, and Starbucks pumpkin spice lattes. Okay, maybe not the burst of color in leaves as I live in the desert. I will enjoy the cooler temps and ...