#3 of poetry
sitting under the plumb trees blooming bright
on a warm spring day
the yearly dance of the finches begin
singing sweet and beautiful
as they suck the sweet nectar
and knock the pink blooms to the ground
where they
Bird, Flower, Poem, Poetry, spring
#31 of poetry
a symbol for love and birth, and how reproduction for many animals happens around the spring time.
Birth, Love, Nature, Poetry, spring
How much hurt
can a broken heart take?
I really don't know
I've never made a mistake.
Our love for each other
was so very strong,
it covered distances
from short to long.
On my mind
are the plans that we made,
now vaporized
as though hit...
Heartbreak, Poetry, Spring 87, hope
Once he made sure all his things were un-packed and stripped down and slipped into his trunk and flung a towel over his shoulder and started towards the hot spring.
Farm, Home, girls, hot, spring, sweet
She ducked inside quickly before anyone spotted her, because while she did fully intend to tell everyone else about the hot spring room, she was going to enjoy it by herself for an evening first.
Fanfiction, Hot spring, Raine, Silverlock, bath, twokinds
Her eyes stayed upon her target for a moment, before her tunnel-vision expanded to see the target next to hers. Rick's three bull's-eyes, now just a gigantic hole in the center of the target, were second.
_How?_
She did the math three times,...
Camping, Story Progression, Story Series, spring break
The first thing Ket noticed was how thick the air was. As soon as he took his first breath he felt it not swelling in his lungs but saturating them; weighing his diaphragm and turning the exhalation into a laborious task.
The sun was the second...
Beach, Story Progression, Story Series, spring break
Their branches were still sprouting leaves, spring still stirring from its slumber in mid march.
there were other cars parked in the white-as-sun rock parking lot. they were situated to the side of a large building.
Camp, Story Progression, Story Series, spring break