leaves
leaves
the dead leaves
brown
all seem to say
that all our loves
must pass away
no thing here
loved
Christmas Lights
Christmas lights in the fog…
December
December is a loving time—
Familiarity
The cure for love is so simple…
Ardor
Fervently my kisses come—
Broken
Broken towers in the distance…
She Walked Here
It was just an ordinary place to her…