He had been dying a whileHarboring decayFrom roots to tileCurly fungi grew in rows on a stemMost of the branchesHad no leaves on them..Still it flowered a few more springsIts pods dangling through fall..On one of its tallest dead branchesA mockingbird delighted to call… Continue Reading “Her dying tree”
There’s nowhere to go Would you still have dreams Of love Will there still be streams Or cove If there was, Nowhere to go. Would you still hope Of joy Will there be scope Or ploy To be better, when, There was nowhere to… Continue Reading “There’s nowhere to go”
While there is a lot to think about Covid19 it self and write, both of which I am doing or have done, I won’t be writing much about it in this post. Today it’s time to rue the time we were in New Orleans… Continue Reading “A time to relive through RUe (roux)”
Just when I almost gave up. Although, that’s a terribly arrogant statement to make, who was I to give up anyway. What did I ever do. I grew up thinking the country belonged to everyone, people who didn’t think so were in a minority… Continue Reading “Indians are alive”
On the oak tree out front.. Male yellow rumped warbler bringing delight to my days..