Every winter,
When the great sun has turned his face away,
The earth goes down into a vale of grief,
And fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in sables,
Leaving her wedding-garlands to decay -
Then leaps in spring to his returning kisses.
Posted on Saturday December 12th
About me
Im 23, and currently continuing my life's story in so cal. Just trying to obtain anything this life's got to offer me.. Im a mom, a wife, an artist, poet,blogger,writer,singer,songwriter,painter,
multitasker,and so much more. Im just trying to live my life, i have no handbook, no guidelines just me. This is my life no restrictions no bull, its the only way i deliver. 
