Sun straight overheadI shield my eyesLook for shadeBut the roses' scent calls meI find pink, white, rosePinwheels twirlingIn children's handsAt a May Day Picnic.
Author: Elece
I am a photographer and a freelance writer. I write stories, poetry, gift books, and magazine articles––both print and online. Photographing children, prairie places, and especially flowers is my hobby.