Mizzle, Drizzle Day

Leaves tremble in the slightest of breeze, like a tea cup in the hand of an old man. Mizzle, drizzle drips, drips from cloudy sky were wisp of fog swirls in a creative dance. Spring rains bring a melancholy mood, except for the wiggly, squiggly worms who stretch high about earth to moisten their tightContinue reading “Mizzle, Drizzle Day”