On a warm summer evening two weeks ago, As it seemed the pandemic and illness continued to slow, I watched people file into the park with their chairs, Eager for music and mingling and return of the fairs. But even then lurking around the hedges, Was the threat of variants as Dr. Fauci alleges. WeContinue reading “A Summer of Freedom”
autumn slips in on its timeline.
A spider worked all day, While I took many breaks, His finished product a masterpiece, Of symmetry with no mistakes. But never satisfied, And with his food to procure, He kept at it and at dawn, I saw that there were more. Each web was different, Some as yet not complete, It seems the standardsContinue reading “Nature’s Artwork”
The unthankful heart discovers no mercies; but the thankful heart will find, every hour, some heavenly blessings.’ Henry Ward Beecher Gentle breeze billows curtains, Blue sky, clouds of fluff. Sometimes the beauty is missed, By a narrow gaze. Take joy in the little things. From a walk through Talleyrand Park–the first peony of the season.