Soul Seeds

Like a wildflowerslast hurrah scattering soul seeds. To Octobers wind and rain. To sleep in the cracksof winter's brokenness. Awaiting the warmthof springswild and free. @loisfay

Waiting to Exhale

March sighs and stretches. Waiting to exhale. And paint the World with her bouquet of floral efflorescence. ☆ ☆ Spring has been queued and is in the yawn & stretch stage. Ready to paint our World with beautiful colours. Kúkwstum̓ckacw / Thank you for reading.