JANUARY BLUES Territorial turkeys; angry, running wild. Big dog, big stick, shoo!
A Christmas Gift Sometimes I think I feel you near to me, Filled with regret, longing and such despair. This is nothing more than a wish you see, Your indifference to me ever so clear. Most of the time you are not top of mind, Left in the past where you surely belong. This timeContinue reading “A Christmas Gift (a sonnet!)”
DREAM HOUSE Sweet house, wild gardens. Once a dream, now realized. Reality? Cold.
A CARPET OF LEAVES Grey morning, soft rain – Moist air, heavy leaves falling. A road made anew.
Monday Tired and grumpy, Always unprepared for you; Yet Monday arrives