Photo by Ben White
Dandelion likes hats. Easter Sunday,the only day she refuses to wear one. Hats speak for herlike ventriloquists,make statementsat demonstrations,shout on foggy days. Dandelion is...
“Do you trust me”? She asks Yes and yes again, What ever comes, I trust you. Out of the great wide open of not...
The tree covered itselfWith a spring cloakOf chartreuse flowersWith a touch of redHe always saidFor a highlightDrama quite complete.Dropping garlandsInto the stream. The condemned...
