The Franklings

Inside my mouth
The little Franklings live
Taking tiny Truths
Drinking them up with flutes
And spouting fire to the wind

The little Franklings
They know their stuff… 132 more words


hidden trees on rainy days

I captured this beauty forever ago by chance while waiting for the rain to pass. It was a point and shoot with a phone camera. I didn’t realize the tree was there until I looked at it closely. Ah, the simple things.