Because cats would grow wings just to mess with us if they could. The cat folds her wings in the garden She drives all the squirrels away Then suns herself without asking for pardon And won’t even come over to play! My brother chases her daily And I offer saucers of milk, But always she… Read More Winged Mischief
Because we all have those moments. There is always hope. In the gloaming of the heart When sorrows seem to prey Do not surrender to despair. The soul will find a way. Whether we are lived high To celestial courts above Or our hope dawns again And find hearth, home, and love. Though deepest night… Read More Gloaming of the Heart
Some warmth creeping in to the cold days. Chilly air gives way to warmth And soft the breeze may blow. The bitter wind yields to sun As longer days now show. Winter does not lightly yield And summer has not formed, But slow the days are shifting And cold gives way to warm. Heat is… Read More Hints of Spring
A meeting of worlds. There’s more to the story than found here, if it tells me, I’ll pass it along. In my dreams I carry fire with me. When the dreams get dark it helps me to see. It keeps away the dark and the fierce And lets me every terror to pierce. Yet things… Read More Dreams of Fire and Ice
A bit of fun and how brothers can get a touch protective. There is a dragon in the garden I have often heard him roar He rumbles at the creek bed When rain begins to pour. He lurks up in the willow. He sneaks through rose and briar He comes to the kitchens And lurks… Read More Dragon in the Garden
