All Posts By: Byron McCoy

               With the cool and dews of morning dawns that lingered and lasted longer into days, Annie’s wanderlust returned.  On tips of the trees, colors hidden in season of green began their showing through: yellow tipped ash and elms, red hints in the scarlet oaks, and spectrum of landscape maple shades.                Behind her home, […]

               Night lived and candle burned, opening in melt and deep-heart glow of amber light that danced in gentle wave, softly, as bodies’ shadow over wall; rise and fall and sway of ride and brace and fall above; melt in warmth of holding flame in loveliness of tempered, kept, heart-luminescence.                 Alive in the amber […]