Alyssa Haywood
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The grass growers taller,Greener. I grow deeper,Darker. The sky grows distant,fading from bright. Sunshine, clouds,Closed my eyes. Inhale, exhale, open. Deepening life, Rooted. Wild. Bursting. Blooming. Now.
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I rarely follow recipes when cooking dinner – never baking, that’s not a good idea – rather creating something new and tasty each and every time I serve a dinner…
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Burned Sunshine; Ashen Blooms: A Haiku Collection Green fades to goldenmaroon purple frosted blackpink orange shimmers Rainbow entourageclouded globes amber moltendiamond volcano Strong roots dug deepersturdy branches rising climbsun rain…
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Poets: In this season of my life, my favorite poet is Robert Frost. His works throw me deep into nostalgia of the best kind, peace and reflection abound. It stands to…
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Dreams: do you ever have those couple of hours before the alarm goes off, where you’ve woken up and are trying your darndest to fall back asleep? And sometimes, if…
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Tributaries: I like to think of the mind as a vast world of discovery of the home that is one self. Over time, uncertainties persist, and I find myself returning…
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Reflection: I come alive under the sunny bright blue sky speckled with fluffy white clouds, and can finally breath deeply. In these spaces I feel like a wildflower – thriving…
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Why do we love THE WILLOW tree? Even though we find ourselves buried in the depths of winter, we recently embarked on a ‘spring cleaning’ adventure. Dreams of Spring in…
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We follow the marked and measured paths through the verdant greenery of the spring forest awakening after the cold white of winter, the shade and sun of the bright summer…
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What is your favorite flower? Does is produce fruit when pollinated? Maybe have a pungent, distinct scent on the wind? Perhaps the flower offers a medicinal value, or is it…
