Somnolent, the blear of grassy brown and khaki bends down low before the tuneless rush of wind that lazily pursues its constant quest to touch the leaden sky that spreads abroad and wide and grey and quiet like a dream: the painted backdrop of the winging birds flying on before the smudge of ghostly sunlight […]Read more "Winter Rest"
The perfect night— a soft rain serenading; the street ashine with lamp light; the leaves stretched out, lazy, on the grass; and I, quiet on the porch, sipping on delight. –Read more "An Autumn Night"
I’ve seen the sky break free to run, letting down a billion feet to race like school boys through the grass and plunk their footprints on my glass. Enchanted by the winsome beat, I could not miss the hiding sun.Read more "Rain"