Dropping Green Walnuts
It’s going to be a cold winter, so says the predictors. They say all the old farmers are reading the signs the animals are giving. Cold winter up ahead. Well I’m a sorta old farmer, and what I am seeing or rather hearing is …… the sound of dropping green walnuts. Yes, I finally figured [...]
Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( None so far )the sunny room & the fresh cut grass
it’s morning and dark in the house except when i pass the closed door on the writing room its bright sunlight shines thru under the door and all around its edges i open it and the sunlight fills everywhere i smell the sweet fresh cut grass the robins are hopscotch running across its ground for [...]
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the blustery dry day calls me out so early this morning I heard her blowing all night shush wushshush wuuuuuuuushhhhhhhh banging the blinds to keep me awake up from the salt marshes and in from the the northwest the sweetest wind full of life and hope no skeets and the marsh grasses sway with designs [...]
Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( None so far )on this beautiful little blue planet called earth
a cacophony of sound swirls chirps loopy sounds the knocking on wood like a soft jackhammer the red sun brings the smoky coloured sky hazing the salt marshes with a look of early morning primordial splendor in her nakedness she witnesses another glorious day full of promise and hope in the natural rhythms of life. [...]
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