The day begins

With aches

Of mind

Of body

Of heart

Long gone

Have days passed

Where joy filled

The wakening

Now it feels

Like space biding

Time until rest...

Those auburn eyes like acorns of the great oak tree. Blessing those large and small with subsidence to make it through the dark and harsh winter. That dark hair as wild as the girl who sprouts it. Rushing with the wind. Unruly and beautiful. That devilish smile which pairs so well with the wild spirit. That kind look towards many in this life. Much like the wild flowers of the meadow, so much is s...