Free Verse Hippie Poetry

The time approaches

it’s drawing near

shopping crowds

is my only fear.

Where’s the car

Really? That far?

Christmas Trees, Memories and PopTarts

The thing is, no one could see the tree from the street since the house was way up on top of a hill with pine trees lining up like tall Nutcrackers guarding the fort.

Jack Frost visited us again…

Overnight our little patch of country land has turned frosty and bone chilling cold and I love it. A light dusting of white lays on top of the grass like powdered sugar.