Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Snow

"What are they?" you say, watching them fall. Little bits from a cloud, parts of a shooting star falling overhead or maybe feathers from an angel's wing. Staring out the window watching them fall onto the Christmas tree, "what could they be?"

Monday, December 10, 2012

Explore

I could just imagine being the size of an ant, exploring the grass like a forest.

Monday, December 3, 2012

Stretch

As she leaps through the air, twisting and stretching wishing she could stay like this forever, the nameless ballerina.