Stray

Roses are red..

--oh...wait..

Dreams

"We are all wounded,
of course we are.
Were it not so
we would all fly
heavenwards,
a fantastic fluttering,
and burn up
in a glorious blaze.."

Claudine Whiting Bloomfield from the poem Songbirds

   

Just for a day...

 

The Black Swan

The Dreamer

 

Little wanders after the rain