Lilac

“O how shall I warble myself for the dead one there I loved? And how shall I deck my song … More

The clear cold air paints the sky with a deep blue and the Robin fills this void with song. No … More

Soonest Mended

Soonest Mended By John Ashbery Barely tolerated, living on the marginIn our technological society, we were always having to be … More

Syria

The endless tragic events turn the most loved Into victims that die for nothing but despair. In the cruelest manner, … More

Seed Time

In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, or … More

The Fence

I built the fence many years ago.  I’ve been trying to figure out how I can photograph it.  At first, … More

Jenny Wren

Sprightly as the day is long Light  of heart and full of song The joy of life’s her chosen work … More

Glimpse

A glimpse is faint or transient, brief or imperfect.  If I were to walk just a few steps to the … More