Kath September 9, 2013 at 2:44 am A delicate poem that smiles to itself in delight at it’s own soft beauty and the pleasures of spring…and the minds eye that could see beyond the camera lens, making an artistic statement that will forever remain fresh and available. Thank you Cindy. Reply
A delicate poem that smiles to itself in delight at it’s own soft beauty and the pleasures of spring…and the minds eye that could see beyond the camera lens, making an artistic statement that will forever remain fresh and available. Thank you Cindy.