Sprung

Winter’s breath has come and passedthe days begin to long.Each passing day of bless-ed Spring,sings sweet in sun-drenched song.Fragrant air replaces the crisp,warming winds they start to blow.The white-tipped mounts begin to melt,sending rivers into flow.Animalistic stirs; a waking race,in the new found search for mate.Nature’s chase, that instinctive need,unfolds in quickened haste.Oh that dance…

Popcorn

She was the blanket, the popcorn,and Battle of the Bastards. ~ Mark Thompson

Sunday morning

She was a Sunday morning sleep in ~ Mark Thompson

Moat

It makes me ache when I think of you. Not being here, not being near. But in knowing that you are within, it nourishes my soul and kindles my heart. Deep within my core, to a depth unknown even unto myself, there you lie – safe. In the ascending warmth of Shephard tone afloat, in…

Staircase

If I had a dollar for every time I thought of you, I would build a coin-laden staircase to the stars above,  just to gaze into your sparkling eyes once more. MT