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Perhaps you are up early, dear friend, as I am. Perhaps you have a moment to call your own before the day begins. I’d love to share some music and poetry and a book with you. Plus the bald eagle…
Sometimes the past reaches out and whispers words of peace. It whispers, strangely and beautifully, in my in-box. I’d love to share a poem written in 1924 by Hazel Wood, featured this week at the website Poem-A-Day.
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 makes living worth falling?
Today’s post is for my sister – beautiful in sickness and in health. The skies are dark The branches bare – My sister is not well. Branches bear the weight of night –My sister is not well. Thank you, Nature,…
*please forgive, technical error, more later.
The wet wind blew As I feared it would, A black cat followed us Down to the sea.