Her bulbs are planted in a garden of rich moist soil. Unaware of the rocks to be placed on top. …
Dear Lost Friend. A Poem by Celine Hawthorne
Beautiful ceremony , Spiritually and visually. Tears abound, Kind words all round. Peacefully after a short illness, I read. A …
Self. A poem by Celine Hawthorne
She hangs on my wall in a 3 foot frame. Without glass protecting her vulnerability. She hangs exposed to uninvited …
Let the battle begin. A poem by Celine Hawthorne
Senses on high alert as never before, Wishing to hear, taste, or smell the silent enemy , Impossible to ignore. …