What does inspire you? Is it the thought of someone who suffers from illness, from grief of misfortune, a lost love, a spell?

Sickle tools done their jobs Farmers gathered their crops Between fields and laithe Foraging continued though late. Day in, day out... they sowed...

His lamenting soul Hoping for great redemption— Forgiveness awaits...

Treacherous storms, unabated perils, unguarded from thunder... then, lightning struck! From the nest that never swayed

Some people say that marriage is a… Some people choose to hold on... Some people choose to forego... And in the process of things, people forget what they’re meant t…

Up on the Aratiles tree, the little girl shouted to thee. “Red berries are now ready, get the basket, come and see!” Under the Aratiles tree,

You are the sweetest melody that awaken my senses— perfect for symphony, that elated my ecstasy. You are the sweetest touch

I have a secret to tell you. a stranger appears in my bedroom mirror every waking moment. He looks at me intently...

A quick glimpse of him As we passed each other... To the barracks ... questions to be answered. He was tied, no sense to fight.

December months bring rains and st… They are called monsoons. A child trotted along behind her They trudged muddy thoroughfare, Searching a place of communication…

by: Imrogue Pitter-patter of raindrops... right above the rooftop At the bottom of the rain spout... the barrel awaits for every drop.

The “Weeping Willow” tree— in Spring, I’d like to see! Its name may sound so sad, Somehow, it makes me glad! Swaying gracefully on its frame

I let you go, flying high, With other birds in the sky. Waving my hand goodbye while I stand here and cry. Today is a sad day

Saturday visit to the marina was a lovely reminder of yesterday… We were greeted with handsome craf… Each tide’s rise and fall lulled t… crafts like babes in cradles