My mom was skilled at choosing the best fruits from the grocery store. Every time she would meticulously pick, prod, and even taste before making her selections. As a kid, it was like she was a general in the Army, picking apart her troops at a daily inspection. Although she was more like a drill ...

nature softly starts to slumberover the coldness that winter bringsvibrant are the leaves yet stilleven before the winter chillmoans of the trees creaking bonesbrittle as they start to becomeeven before the world spinsrenewing the cycle of life

A poem to celebrate the changing of the seasons!

The roar of the school busand excitement of Pep rallies, Friday night footballin the chilly night air  nips at naked necks and fingertipsas Autumn whispers Promises ofKaleidoscope leaves which Dance and fallA carpet of fall colors reds, yellows, and brownsCrunching under feet Autumn delightsWith hopes of Pumpkin patchesFall festivities And haunted housesCostumes and trick-or-treat Autumn ...

There is a chill in the airCrisp and freshScented with pineSoft sounds of the world falling asleep Winter calls to usBeckons us to start anewTo sleep the pain of the past awayAnd awaken fresh It sometimes seems like the world is frozenIn a moment in timeThe white that covers the landAnd the ice that hangs ...

Snow runoff flows downHill from my driveway to theCow pasture. I standIn the middle and watch winterWash away around my shoes.

Fall is the season for change. Everyone knows that, and the metaphor is a tad overused. However, the leaves change, and the earth gets prepared to be covered in snow. School starts in late summer, early fall. You get the opportunity to start fresh and learn new things.  Fall for me since I graduated college ...

Gray, gray, and more gray.Then the sun emerges. ISquint and breathe glory. Photo courtesy of Pixmartin from Pixabay

Incongruity is worn like A kimonoSplashing, swimming in the heat A back drop of goldenrod In its prime And the smell of crab applesFallen under the trees School in session As summer slowly Loses its grip.Welcome to Autumn.

School may be starting, but in my neck of the woods, the weather can still be hot and humid. The air hangs heavy with moisture making the ridges surround my house hazy. I sigh. This weather was fun for a while, but now that we are getting back to some semblance of routine, I am ...