Shorter Days

The garden is nearly empty, Dahlias, marigolds and asters Flourish in cooler, shorter days While longer days elsewhere Balancing the equation.

River

Leaving the long journey behind— The mountains, valleys, forests, The river, with a hint of anticipation, Hesitates at the threshold Before entering the sea. In the front is the ebbing tide, inviting it to come Deeper to further the journey. What’s out there?  Where did the fragrance Of wood and flowers go?  The blinding morning … Continue reading River