Seldom known in truth, the bell is always ringing, hiding in plain sight.

We win and enter, the sun rises once again, fall is far behind.

Brussels sprouts are here, small delicious cabbage, hearty winter meal.

Uncertain waters, no one is steering his ship, there is no captain.

Soft and subtle scent, Clouds of red explosions, Blue berries of lore.

Freedom is a choice, inside is the battle ground, grasping with both hands.

Desert in the mind, Reaching for something higher, Thunderstorm reigns on.

One step at a time, each hour a passing second, triumph can be small.

No reality, pleasure is conditioned, synthetic senses.

Flap, flutter, play, dive, Singing a song for the rain, Washing, pure and clean.

Some strings are always, not all scissors can cut it, takes alot of love.

Burning at both ends, the torch will surely falter, reborn in embers.

Seldom finding peace, The wind, the moth, and the flame, fickle are pleasures.

The mind has an itch, always in need of scratching, perpetually.

Frozen is the heart, insulated frost, core formed of fire.

Waiting for the moon, silver pale white light reaching, towards those that wait.

To desire more, fate designed for mankind, nature at it's worst.

Reaching for the peak, sown in the dreams of mankind, the summit of fall.

These muffins are delicious and deceitful. The taste of chocolate chips is indulgent, and it is easy to forget about the healthful oats and raisins. A great breakfast muffin, but it's just as amazing as

Poetry, baking, cooking, photography- Not one for small talk, These are things that I enjoy, Follow and find out.