Sunset
I watch the sunset as the day turns night with colors of the palette all aglow, the western sky is …
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Weathered Barns
Weak weathered barns remember fertile fields and hay piled high to see the winter through; with longing, they recall rich …
A Triangle of Pie
Each night at six we’d gather for a meal around the kitchen table, and dad always said, “It we’re …
I’m Planting Daffodils Today
I’m planting daffodils today though autumn leaves are on the ground; while nights grow colder on the lea, the squirrel’s …
A Distant Bugler
Here in this quiet stretch of hallowed ground, the welcome sunrise warms me as I step past granite markers, kneeling …
The Thunderstorm
Outside, the night is filled with mighty thunder; within, there dwells sweet harmony’s domain. And though bright lightning rips the …