Bags

Description: Everything in that cupboard is dead to me now.

Description: Escape is always a good plan.

Description: It's only a little cold out, I'm sure sleeping in the yard is the better choice.

Description: Fluttering wings, delicate flyers.

Description: Poor Teddy, I'm sure someone will come along in time.

Description: Sometimes a big stick brings big luck.

Description: Ellie remembers, don't worry.

Description: Its leaves, tropical leaves, not much deeper than that.

Description: Dark sky aglow with only the power of the moon, a silvery light.

Description: All have been picked and taken to homes. Maybe, little pumpkin, this is better.

Description: Slipping so low, heading to other horizons than mine.

Description: Flowing and rising towards the sky, towards the land of giants.

Description: Late nights, warm beers, twinkling lights. Then that very special soft warm breeze that ripples hairs and lifts eyes to the heavens.

Description: Flying drops of acidic pain.

Description: Who's creeping here, here where we meet and eat?

Description: Such a little harbinger, always breaking through the crust.

Description: This trio! So full of sticky gooey thanks.

Description: Only you survive the rush of spring hunger.

Description: Velvety folds of red love.

Description: Getting an island vibe while lost at sea.

Description: So sweet, but soon to depart.

Description: If that is the case I no longer wish to see. We're done here.

Description: These little faces have me thinking of Alice. Poor Alice.

Description: Triple threat of summer's promise.

Description: Blushing rose of someplace or another - so hard to keep up.

Description: Woven in with understanding of the differences.

Description: This sort of thing can make a hard man humble.

Description: It is hard to pinpoint but rest easy, no static at all.

Description: Nary a word spoken, all awaits with bated breath.

Description: Another night swim my love?

Description: The electric light show holds no sway over the beauty that is her.

Description: Sun slipping low adds a dusky overcoat to all.

Description: Over the garden gate and across the side of the red barn.

Description: You've returned my old friend, pull up a chair and stay awhile won't you please?

Description: Upon passing every moment will never be a moment again.

Description: Over the pebble strewn waves and under the distracted moon, that is where it will be found