Yellow and white blooms wilted under the blood moon. Their papery remnants clung to the vine until autumn's breeze tore them away. For a day or two, the evidence of fallen beauty littered gardens across the countryside. Within the base of those flowers who had used their season to pollinate beyond…
Sunshine honeys the rain-washed oaks. Clover patches huddle among blades of rye grass. The breeze whirls across varied shades of green, stirring the earth to behold the infinite blue marvel overhead. Jasmine blooms near the mailbox, drawing brilliant hummingbirds to visit my lawn. I search the landscape, but fail to pinpoint…
Dry skin shrivels into minuscule canyons between veins and wrinkles, aging my hands decades beyond the years they've earned. A pinched spot eases back into place, confirming my need for water. I drink the last drop from my glass, but my flesh will soon crave more. Just outside, noon rays crisp each…