A new sun rises Over peaks centuries old. Timeless in it’s grace.
By Tina Armstrong3 years ago in Poets
Great shifting summit. Will I be as graceful when Time tests my limits?
hands to the sky I reach up like peaks of red earth for heaven’s comfort
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." It was a school night.
By Tina Armstrong4 years ago in Fiction
