In the early morning Under cover of darkness With only a hint of light in the eastern sky Looking more like memory than promise I took the dogs out. The air crisp, leaves whispering on the trees in a light dawn of creation breeze: “I hear we’re falling soon; our time has come,” and aContinue reading “Morning Light”
We may be better off not riding the rider-mower. And more.
I went to sleep last night and entered early into a set of dreams.