Spring stirs under silent snow.
prose
Suffering in silence
If you don’t know anyone who has it worse than you, trust this —
Summer saguaro
With fruity-fingered arms, I hug the sky.
Overdoing it
Stretching oneself too thin is the disease of modern life — letting oneself
Hazardous waste
Stress is the trash of modern life — we all generate it but if you don’t dispose of it properly, it will pile up and overtake your life.
Leaving behind
In winter, forgive the fallen leaves of your past.
Sharp wit
Satire is merely pointing out that roses have thorns, and that we can’t
Junky
Junk mail, junk food, our society is full of junk living, period.
Imprinting
Poetry is an inky soulprint.
Bursting with life
Though the circular round-and-round of routine be the bulk of life’s affairs, make an occasional jutting diversion — of fun, love, or something that will outlast you — so that the shape and motion of your life shall resemble the lifegiving sun with bright rays shining forth from all directions.
Stress management
Reducing stress is all about priorities, attitude, discipline, and willingness
Analysis
Handwriting is autobiography.
Spring wings
In springtime, love is carried on the breeze. Watch out for flying passion or kisses whizzing by your head.