Shorter Days

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

Grace

It could be the spring storm of snow and rain— Flooding the cornfield, and finches, chickadees flocked To the feeders next to the dwarf weeping cherry In front of the window, I open the medicine box, looking for grace— The best kind for healing and mending unfinished words. It’s Tuesday, the day after Monday, and … Continue reading Grace