I stepped into a cove of time at the edge of a neighborhood where down the street an old lady sang the finale of her…
I stepped into a cove of time at the edge of a neighborhood where down the street an old lady sang the finale of her…
When the moon hangs out with the sun as night has melted away and winter’s mad grip is broken and we resuscitate Joveus, the god…
Autumn you are at once hot-handed shifting gears in your blustery boots November was singing like a spoiled canary prodding us away from sunny windows…
Today we were gifted a spring day in the midst of winter adrift in crunch brown leaves the haughty wind stilled momentarily as if Zephyrus…
Little stragglers I wonder that you’re stranded here fretting about among these last glorious flowers leftover summer gems balancing precariously on the brink of gusty…
I want to live in a cocoon made entirely of summer as those curt, frigid winds blow in from the north I want to paint…
Nap if you will in this perfect spring dormancy awakened just before summer breathes its dragon fervor casting a sunburnt crust over this new, vibrant…
Foursquare school stands as a lone steward to another era I half expect to climb those stairs to find that blonde, mischievous boy papers spilling…
I passed by this old house one evening alive with candlelight where it stands on 10th Street it has been there since the early 1900s…