I’m just going to get out of the way this morning and let guest writer Mary Raymond…
Today’s poem is brought to you from three graveyards, a hymnal, and a free-range rooster.
In the season of blood red tulips and purple splotched petunias from Kroger,
I hope you’ll enjoy this poem as much as I did. As the poet asks – What…
This week – seeking comfort – I returned to an old favorite, The Tao of Pooh, by…
Today’s post is for my sister – beautiful in sickness and in health. The skies are dark…
*please forgive, technical error, more later.
The wet wind blew As I feared it would, A black cat followed us Down to the…
Spring grows and stretches and yearns. It imagines the hot green summer ahead – and rushes to…