The sun is shining; the air is crisp and cold. You take a walk into the forest The joyous colours of autumn leaves Green and red and brown and gold.
By Helen Berkeley5 years ago in Poets
Waking up from a peaceful catnap, always a great thing. As you yawn and stretch and savour the wonderful dreams of finding and creating that PURRRfect combination of beauty and functionality.
By Helen Berkeley5 years ago in Fiction
