Ice advisory crackles on the radio frost and ice (not snow) but ice. The air tings sharp—like rigid glass— The clouds are porcelain, the breeze a wet snap snipping by promising the things that will never fall..till now? – Ice advisory. Tonight the wood-burn stove purrs as liquid flames turn brown to grey…and cold as […]Read more "Ice Advisory"
Spring Time loves the South and cannot stay away. He notes how winter hesitates before the hills that rise gently into mountains, garbed deciduously grey, where branches made to be adorned—by leaves or snowflakes one— In breezes neither warm nor cold, can only sadly sway. As winter frets to stain her white, majestic dress on […]Read more "On a February Day"
Your grace Fell like snowflakes On my dirty heart. Now, as if covered in snow, My heart Is white and clean.Read more "Justified"
I loved the little, stone-paved road That wound beneath the aspen trees And stepped across the stream that flows Where daisies dance and brush the breeze. I prayed and dreamed the soul-craved road. You stepped away into the grass And offered me Your wounded hands, And what choice did I have? I chose To […]Read more "The Unmapped Ways"