My wife looked out upon a single fawn
that gnawed, unaware, at the hedge
beside the rock garden on this first day
of winter.
My wife looked out upon a single fawn
that gnawed, unaware, at the hedge
beside the rock garden on this first day
of winter.
THE ORANGE GLOW OF THE SUN SURRENDERS TO THE PINK AND PURPLE SKIES AROUND IT.
I HEAR THE DEAFENING THUNDER OF THE FRAGILE GLACIERS, Continue reading Alaska
If it were any other kind of debris lying in the trash, it would have lain in a stupor of lifeless glare: Continue reading Yellow and Scarlet Dahlias– All Laughing, All Sultry
THE PITTER PATTER OF JAKE’S PAWS ON THE HARDWOOD FLOORS, SHOCKS ME BACK TO REALITY FROM WHERE MY MIND REVIEWS THE KALEIDOSCOPE OF ENDLESS IMAGES THAT WEAVE THE YEARS OF MY LIFE TOGETHER IN TAWDRY Continue reading Pitter Patter