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Moon Song

“I’m here,” said the Moon to the Earth below. The clouds and rain merely dull my glow. But no one can extinguish the light in my soul… I...

And He Did

Dad was diagnosed with cancer on April 21, but I had the feeling he was sick the week before. About the same time that my gut began to...

Said the Old Tree

We lost another old friend down at the studio. I noticed she was leaning to the left just a few days before it happened. I am quite...

The Farm Is Just Fine

This massive oak fell during one of the horrific winter storms we had in February… The hay fields are freshly cut… …and Sid’s flower is...

Georgia Weather

Georgia got so cold that her pansies couldn’t grow… But her warm Helleborus melted the snow. She grew a lush carpet while the moon...

Time To Cut The Hay

It’s time to cut and roll the hay again. Although the fields flourish with an abundance of grass, the days are getting shorter, the slant...

“When They Are Gone, the Silence Goes”

This was originally published five years ago today in The Harris County Journal. Here’s to the last day in love month and a salute to...

An Ode to Comfort this Love Month

North Georgia creek COMFORT: Where is it found? Webster’s defines the enviable state as being “free from worry, pain, or trouble.” It is...

Poem for a January Morning

Something from 1995 for this beautiful January morning. PROMISE January promise from a winter sun, Cold memories fade – colors have begun...