Better days

junked willys jeep

True is it that we have seen better days. Dark are the hours as our time draws nigh. Memories wane, bones rattle, blind eyes glaze, The glory of our youth belie. Mired amongst the coppice, Where the earth doth strive to reclaim, Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, There’s no one ‘cept self to blame.

Daisy chain

yellow daisy

A scattering of yellow daisy petals lay on the ground around Leimoni. Plucked stems clung to her wild hair, adding to the bird nest quality of her auburn mane. Murmuring under her breath, Leimoni selected another flower from the bouquet in her lap and began stripping off more petals. “Still haven’t made a decision?” Leimoni’s … Continue reading Daisy chain