Old hands, new tricks . . .
are we held together by whim, purpose, design, or something else entirely?
They burned the witches To see if their blood runs blue Ashes fed the field
He keeps his nails sharp Though he doesn't know how come He spears fish with them
"Proceed with caution" Whisper your soles from the path "Icewalking's a feat"
Birds come and go. Chickadees with their wings in motion Flutter from branch to branch between trees, Their movement quick and upward While the cardinal streaks red hot Linear across the horizon landing: He sits content on his perch. Birds come and go. Sparrows hop zig zag in the snow Their tracks leaving delicate imprints... Continue Reading →
Off the beaten path A magical pool shimmers Your heart knows the way
January's Sun Slips in between trees painting Peaches on the snow
Marooned on Snow Isle Adventure is a ride down Packed in the truck bed
Here is my sunshine Warming the snow laden ground A beacon, a hope