pristine heart untouched by pain, opens itself up to give its flowers WPC: CURVE
Crystalline waters reflecting mirrors of light so is a pure heart Whispering wind Quickens the spirit breath of life Scented breeze We breathe deeply the scent of pure souls. WPC: Pure
Bluets sweeten our spring visit to Maine. It is always a delight to see the little white clumps of flowers amidst the sea of green. It is amazing that though very little, they still manage to stand out and be noticed. When I stoop down low to take a close look and snap someContinue reading “WPC: SPARE”
Stars strewn on the ground God making a happy day Bobbing buttercups.
spring wakes the senses winter buried in grey and ice with scent and color.
The beauty of spring – even tiny muscari gets the time to shine.
Out in the sunshine birds hopping on budding trees a spring lullaby
A field of pumpkins selecting the perfect one leaving with nothing
Today is my home It’s where my heart goes back to when tomorrow comes. ~~~ Thanks, Sherri for the inspiration for this little piece. 🙂
Bind me, box me in the boundaries of your mind beyond the lines you will find me greater than what you have known or have painted me to be. ~~~~ For WPC: GRID