On Saturday the first falling leaves spiraled down on a light breeze. My grandsons ran across the back yard trying to catch the yellow...

Woke to a dense fog this morning. Winter disappearing. There is no snow left on the ground. The freeze on the pond has become mist, all...

Wishing Time Away. #place #poetry #time #Writing

The light belies the cold. Even with six inches of snow on the ground, even with temperatures barely rising above 20 F there is no doubt...

I do pay attention; the changing color of the leaves, which happens all through the year from their tender openings in spring through the...