Of Mornings and Beauty
The audience of swaying trees, a red-headed cardinal, peace in my small corner of porch. I would not believe the highway if I did not see it with my own ears, the rumbling, unraveling of a...
Read MoreThe audience of swaying trees, a red-headed cardinal, peace in my small corner of porch. I would not believe the highway if I did not see it with my own ears, the rumbling, unraveling of a...
Read MoreI Wish You Pockets in your funeral dress, places to hold your tissues, new and used, on the day of your mother’s memorial service, a pocket for your phone so you can reach me during the...
Read MoreHow I feel in Australia In Australia, I feel so relaxed I could sit in a tree and read, So free I could swing from a branch like a child, So happy because the sun shines on me and I am near...
Read MoreVision so lovely, not through these eyes. Into the mirror, see not the view of others. Weathered and worn, years replace dreams. Visage unpleasing, only to me. Use to none, reason to...
Read MoreRestless shadows in the hills Peeking through the sunlight Stepping on the fallen leaves A quiet, lingering autumn scene Broken, lightning singed branches Faint memories of storms past The...
Read MoreLive for the moment One day at a time Borrow not sorrow From the next morrow Bud and blossom Like a beautiful flower Each day a way Of living it. Cherry Blossoms,… Buy This...
Read MoreKentucky River, Frankfort, KY The pickup truck’s Goodyears are twanging a steel-pedal song, all love-loss and blues, and the ’67 Impala with the retired guy and his wife riding...
Read MoreSometimes fewer words are best. Erase the ordinary write only extraordinary. Sacrifice the rest. Thoughts must simmer first mull overnight only write when word bubbles burst and each...
Read MoreThe dancing chandelier The rustling curtain The humming through the trees The howling wilderness Heralding the presence of the wind Sometimes it comes softly, slowly blowing towards us a...
Read MoreMay in the blossom-dropping garden, pug barking at butterflies, – orange tip blinks of sunshine, blue wings of hope and melancholy climbing the purple lilac mountains. Someone’s...
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