white chrysanthemums
white chrysanthemums
standing with orange blossoms
longing for the spring
~
cold autumn wind blows
cold autumn wind blows
finds the cracks in the window
hot tea calls to me
~
about me:
I am just me.
about this journal:
I’m gathering threads here – from different places that I have posted in an effort to consolidate my writing among other things. There is a smattering of poetry, stories, writing exercises, thoughts, photography and artwork that is finding its way here.
As I go along, this space will evolve. Such is the way of life. Panta Rei – everything changes.
xo
Leigh-Anne