Jessica: Alive
The soft breeze that touched me has opened the sky, and sun dappled brightness like honey,
but who has the time for the birds in the trees
and genially watching the bunnies?
Samantha: Envy
Nature feels freer just before the morning,
by shadow of darkness, by silver moon beam.
Life is then heightened, more precious, more vibrant, a whirled fuzzy achene caught up in the wind.
Samantha: But Love Always Is
My spirit is heavy with the time I squandered driving in first gear, one light shining dimly to dispel the darkness, all the way holding on to the promise my ancestors cherished: that love always is.
Jessica: One
A mirror in time my life has become, the doors to my soul open wide. What couldn’t I be? What couldn’t I find when boundaries fell to the side?
Anne: Rent
I wondered to myself, I wondered, who is this soul inside of me and what does it want?