Poetry: Stout Volunteer

Standing stout and very proud, In this somewhat fertile ground… Here you see its vibrant blooms, Warding off some grey day glooms… Not quite planned, no others near, Grows this treasured volunteer… At this sight my day improves, And many… Read More ›


Scene: A Moment Bright

[Begin scene] A breezy morning, everything damp from a night of rain… The sun shining bright, rays passing through autumn trees… Clouds race from the west, intent on reaching the east horizon… Brightness vanishes into the thick rolling clouds, gray… Read More ›