Manifesting success… between snacks and existential dread.
Needles and All By: Roxanne Rose, oh rose, once crimson and tallNow droops in woe as her petals fall.Barbs and burrs keep away all othersBut one stops to nuzzle and and admire her color.Her charm restored as others now saw;Roses want to feel beautiful, needles and all.
Morning Glories By: Roxanne Wild Morning GloriesA child frolics, it bloomsShe tumbles, it dies
Bluebells By: Roxanne Behind the old church,A woman in white lays buds;Soft-hued Bluebells.
The Sacred Fox 