Warm, Wind and Leaves

Warm, Wind and Leaves

I sat in the morning light, in a red plastic Adirondack chair, my back to the cool winds of fall, my face toward the sun. Leaves fall all around me like crackling red-orange potato chips shaken from maple tree limbs. They cartwheel across the lawn, then catch for...

The Quiet Things

The quiet things speak the most profound messages. a cloud moving across a blue sky  a mother looking at the face of her sleeping child a leaf falling in an autumn breeze a romantic glance between lovers  a touch of the Spirit  Press through the noise...