For the New Year December 31, 2014Jeff 3 Comments threadbare frayed at the ends it is time to discard all the worn and outgrown things of the past Share this:TwitterFacebookLike Loading...
Lizette Woodworth Reese: Wind December 28, 2014Jeff Leave a comment Now has the wind a sound Made out of rain; A misty, broken secretness, That drenches road and pane. It drips and drips; a hush Falls on the town; Like golden clods an old tree shakes Its apples down. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike Loading...
Frances Densmore: I Am Walking December 22, 2014Jeff Leave a comment Toward calm and shady places I am walking On the earth –from Chippewa Music Share this:TwitterFacebookLike Loading...
Butterfly December 21, 2014Jeff 2 Comments no one can predict that which is unthinkable— a butterfly’s flight Share this:TwitterFacebookLike Loading...