The self destructive sting of a honeybee, and the sweet nothings I no longer want.
Tag: poems
Aloha
Goodbyes are never quite as final as they seem.
When Leaves Leave
With every crunch a reminder of summer day's past and winter days to come.
Autumn
And homage to the changing seasons.
Let There Be No
Instead of all the "yes'" that would break you, let there be no. Let your no be a marker wholly beneficial possibilities.
Age of Misdirection
When will we start looking in a different direction?
Caia Rose 