Abstract, Art, photography, Writing

No One Plays Here Anymore


She was a little girl then, she had dolls and tea parties. But that was then, before the door and shutters were broken, when the window boxes were tended and pretty little flowers grew. She’ll be leaving home soon, to go to college, begin a career, start her own family. Then she’ll buy a cute little playhouse for her own daughter to play in…during the summer…for a couple years.


Abstract, Art, Nature, photography, Poetry, Short Story, Weather

Old Friends

MorningLight-001An old man interrupted his walk,
leaned onto his cane with crossed hands,
gazed into the extraordinary morning light
and remembered old friends.