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.
Now that night has come the world takes a breath and sits back an old couple together trees stand black gated sentries by the occasional window. The mounded woods are silent but at the corners in the wet hollows peepers … Continue reading →
There is a tide in the affairs of men, which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound by shallows and in misery. Julius Caesar
