Yup it’s that time of year again – National Poetry Month! May all the words be with you. Counting the Determined Spring and trees, buds swelling, and grackles, squealing and volunteer daylilies and startled calves following placid cows to unknown … Continue reading →
It’s 45F and misting and foggy. Since I couldn’t sit out and paint, I went for a little spin with my coffee and camera. So this: The world’s a-song the morning close as cloud to hill the green unable to … Continue reading →
There may be one more. Or not. This was started in the wee-small hours. I appreciate all the visitors and all the poems that were shared by the April poets! The Last before May Why, April, are you so fickle? … Continue reading →
Can’t believe it’s almost over, since it feels like I’m about to fly Arms outstretched, as wide as I horizon line air and ground with the sun so warm in my eyes my head glows while my feet live in … Continue reading →
a day arrives when ordinary and mundane aren’t on the agenda I put out my hand to you and we’re strong for each other.
They cannot take away our self–respect if we do not give it to them.
