Month: May 2025

Poetry '25

The Pond

My garden pond is filled with life and promises. It is an oasis where the kindness of soft and fluid beauty Extends a hand. I

Poetry '25

Picadors

Sometimes stardust is the enemy, Smothering us in unrealizable desires, Turning our imaginations into mere fantasy, Beckoning us toward realms that we need not enter.

Poetry '25

The Snow

The snow covered the ground Like a giant sleeping polar bear. So soft and welcoming Yet it could rip your toes, fingers or nose off