march's pewter clouds scurry and flit over fields laid bare from winter's cold. on the porch, ... CONTINUED

they say silence is golden. but fixed on the shore beneath a blank canvas of soft gray ... CONTINUED

beneath my bare body, cool grass tickles my skin. surrounded by evening primrose and its ... CONTINUED

A dusting of snow blankets weathered limbs, bare beneath barren skies, as I shudder from the ... CONTINUED

beneath wire-frame oaks a north wind blows down the street. stripped bare of their ... CONTINUED

from atop her dresser i catch the occasional glimpse of deep blue sea as linen curtains ... CONTINUED

joanie's "diamonds and rust" echoes in my earbuds for the seventeenth time as i sip an ice-cold ... CONTINUED