Image Credit: Unsplash- Lulu Lovering Her mother told her to count her lucky clovers. Bury knees-deep in overgrowth of the four leaves, little hearts cusped together by stems. Weeds to many. Wonders to a mere few. She told her to carry them with her, press them in worn-bound books. To return to later— turn them…

Image Credit: Pexels- Jess Loiterton Days unravel slowly, as a June haze to wildflower warmth. Her flip-flops clog abandoned to stories written in the sand, her summer house hanging on by splinters by the outstretched bog. First touched by summer’s heat. Then, the ebb and flow of the waves hugged at her bare feet. It…

Our strawberry orchard expands as vast as the seas, married in barbed roots and tea-berry-stained fingertips. Twinkling starlight reshapes the greenery come February to June. For generations, they ever-bloom; yet, the rest of the world carries on in tendon, settled in their own miniature domes. Sunlight pools on the hardwood floor. Matted in old wear,…

The world stands on tiptoe, reaching, reaching—toward the light, the warmth, the infinite expanse of possibility. Fields ripple like rushing waves, their grasses alive in unfolding windstorms. Trees arch skyward at the forest’s edge, their crowns a viridescent cathedral. Even the smallest things—a drop of rain hanging onto ferns, a seed lodging itself in the…

Among tall-aching pines, a grove lies embedded in the heart of winter, where silence reigns its crown. Each step heaves with an impression of transient existence on each powdery surface, a testament to fleeting moments all but forgotten. Needles and nettles fray— heavy with frost— glistening under dim eyes of light. They create a tapestry…

Waves break against tattered rocks, their rhythmic roars echoing like a heartbeat against the sand. Each swell captures a fleeting moment before retreating– leaving behind a mosaic of seaweed, shells, and driftwood, treasures scattered from the ocean’s depths. Sunlight dances upon iridescent waters, shimmering flashes spinning tales too ancient to recount. Children squeal with delight…

You captured my heart at 27, and I felt like that was the beginning of our forever. Although I was maneuvering through rough times, I was still put together; my smile was whole. You treated my son as your own, and that etched you deeper into my heart when I saw my little boy’s face…